The President's Club, Chapter 13


 The eyes in the hood widened in a twinge of fear and 

 excitement, but her head bobbed her acceptance of his 

 command.  She turned and led him to the basement door.  Her 

 hands were fastened behind her, so she stood impatiently by 

 the door, shifting from one high-heeled foot to the other.  

 She didn’t like waiting.  He teased her, playing with her 

 exposed body, making her wait for him to open the door.  He 

 did, finally, and she led him down the stairs into the 

 cellar.

 

 Karin and Sandi had been busy refinishing this area of the 

 house, as well.  All the rubbish and papers had been 

 removed.  The walls, floors and ceilings had been finished 

 and painted.  It was a nondescript area, but well lighted 

 and clean.  Karin had especially wanted to completely 

 redecorate the area of the basement where she had been 

 raped.  Sandi agreed.

 

 Part of the cellar had been closed off for a special area.  

 This section had an extra deep sunken floor, making the 

 height of the ceiling about 12 feet.  It had apparently 

 been intended to accommodate the bulky insulation necessary 

 for a proper wine cellar.   The two women had plotted and 

 giggled as they furnished the room, which they called ‘the 

 dungeon.’  They had outfitted their playroom in the motif 

 of its title, with massive pieces of medieval-style 

 furnishings placed strategically around the spacious room.  

 Other furnishings, like heavy iron rings in the floor and 

 on the walls, chains with manacles dangling, whips and 

 other implements gave the room the aura of fear and 

 foreboding of a real dungeon.  All of the furnishings were 

 working models.  The two women were insistent on that 

 point.  However, none of them had been used before.  This 

 visit by the Lady X was the maiden voyage, so to speak.  

 Sandi was deeply honored that Karin had made it available 

 for her today.  

 

 Until a short time ago, Sandi had never imagined she would 

 be using this room as a submissive.  That was Karin’s 

 thing.  Sandi walked over to the heavy door to the dungeon.  

 Ben grunted as he swung it open, the weight surprising him.  

 The door was very heavy and solid.

 

 Lady X proceeded her new master down the wide steps into 

 the dark room.  Bumping a switch with her hood, she lit the 

 windowless room in soft light.  She stood there shaking, 

 terrified of what would happen in the next few minutes or, 

 dare she hope?, hours.  She was also incredibly horny, more 

 so than she could ever remember being in her entire life.  

 Her entire focus seemed to be on her cunt and getting 

 something shoved inside of it.

 

 Ben whistled in appreciation of the furnishings.  He turned 

 to his victim.  "Lady X, this is going to hurt like hell!  

 I didn’t intend to ask you again, but, shit, I have to.  

 Are you sure this is what you want?"

 

 In response, Lady X went over to him and, turning around 

 lightly grasped his rampant cock with her bound hands.  She 

 measured its hardness and length.  When she was satisfied 

 that this excited him, she knelt down in front of him in 

 the classic submissive posture, her head bowed.  She rubbed 

 his feet, ankles and lower legs with her hooded head.  It 

 reminded him of the cat he had had when he was growing up.

 

 He allowed her to stay in her submissive posture while he 

 removed his uniform.  He folded it neatly and placed it on 

 a hanger, apparently for that purpose.  He grinned.  The 

 room had obviously been designed by a woman.  Make that 

 women.  Men didn’t provide hangers.  They used pegs.  He 

 looked down at his cock sticking out from his flat belly.  

 Must be where we get the idea.  

 

 Naked, he turned to see her sitting on her heels watching 

 him.  He faced her, his thick cock swinging in a great arc 

 in front of him.  He stepped over to her.  "Like it?"

 

 An enthusiastic bob made him smile.  It was always nice to 

 be appreciated.

 

 "Want it?"

 

 The light dancing in her eyes was delightful.  In response, 

 she bobbed her entire body up and down so hard she lost her 

 balance with her hands cuffed behind her and tipped over.

 

 He burst out laughing.  “That eager, are you?"

 

 He helped her up to her feet.  "But we just have to try out 

 some of this wonderful equipment first, don't you think?" 

 he teased as he released her hands from behind her.  

 

 She massaged her wrists as he wandered around the room.  He 

 walked over to the wall and examined the racks of whips, 

 canes, rods and crops.  There were all shapes and sizes, 

 there were some not intended to be used on human flesh.  He 

 again whistled under his breath.

 

 "Have you used any of these?  They look new."

 

 She shook her head.

 

 "None of them?"

 

 Again she shook her head.

 

 "Have you ever been under the whip?"

 

 Another shake.

 

 He stared at her for a while, mentally adjusting his 

 evaluation of this wonderful woman's courage.  He walked 

 over to another wall.  It looked like a wall of soft rubber 

 breasts, each with erect nipples.  Each pair of tits was 

 adorned with a different kind of nipple clamp, squeezing 

 device, or tit press.  They all looked painful, but some 

 look just plain vicious.  About half of the sets of fake 

 boobs had tiny gold rings pierced through the nipples.  

 Those didn't have clamps, but had weights, chains and other 

 implements of torture that attached with small hooks.  One 

 set of the regular rubber tits was empty.

 

 Pointing at her nipple clamps, he asked her, "Do these go 

 there?"

 

 She nodded that they did.

 

 "Take them off and put them away," he commanded her.

 

 She stomped her foot in a childish way and shook her head 

 'No.'  She walked sexily over to him with her hips swaying 

 provocatively from side to side.  Lifting and cupping her 

 hands, she offered up her breasts to him.  He looked at her 

 dancing eyes and toyed with her proffered treasures.  

 

 “This is going to cost you, big time,” he informed her as 

 he took off the clamps, pulling her tortured nipples 

 maliciously as he did.  She flinched, but did not move 

 away.  He turned and put the clamps on the empty set of 

 tits on the wall.

 

 He massaged her bare nipples to stimulate the circulation 

 in the pressed flesh.  Her eyes watered as she stood 

 passively in front of him, totally at his command.  His 

 heart began to melt for this mystery woman, fascinated by 

 her submissiveness to him.  He would find out who she was, 

 and ask her to be in his life forever, if it was the last 

 thing he did.  He didn't know how, but he would.

 

 But first, there was the matter of a whipping to take care 

 of.  That was about all anyone could do on the particular 

 piece of equipment he had selected.  Four padded manacles 

 on a large square frame.  The entire body was accessible to 

 be beaten, front, back, and sides.  Even the palms of the 

 hands and the soles of the feet could be attacked at the 

 whim of a whip-wielding aggressor. 

 

 The entire frame could be rotated to a horizontal position 

 for fucking or to a heads down position for additional 

 terror.  A waist belt could be attached to the ceiling to 

 help support the victim in the horizontal position.

 

 It was a well-equipped dungeon.

 

 He turned to the woman he knew as Lady X.  Holding out his 

 hand, he led her over to the large device.  The simple 

 touch of her hand made him shiver inside, as if a spark had 

 crossed between them.  Her hand was soft, but firm.  There 

 was a hidden strength in her touch that was missing from 

 most women's touches, he thought.  

 

 In a quick movement, she pulled him to her and wrapped her 

 arms around his neck.  She held on to him tightly.  She 

 squeezed hard for a long time, as if searching for 

 something inside him or inside of herself.  He waited for 

 her, patiently, stroking her smooth, rosy ass cheeks as she 

 clung to him.  

 

 Apparently she found what she had been looking for.  

 Releasing him gently, she put her hands to his face and in 

 a macabre, but touching, gesture, placed the leathery 

 rictus mouth of the hood over his lips and pressed lightly 

 against them.

 

 He was deeply touched.  He understood the gesture.  She had 

 just kissed him, giving him her permission to continue, 

 however he desired.  No more questions, no more hesitation.  

 She trusted him.

 

 Sandi, tears streaming down her face and a contorted smile 

 on her deformed lips, stepped into the box-like frame of 

 the device and waited for him to make the next move.

 

 He took a deep breath and looked down.  He had spurted his 

 cum all over her leg while she had kissed him.  With no 

 other touching.  The creamy white fluid dripped down her 

 inner thigh and onto the top of the boots.  He went over to 

 her and wiped it off her leg with his fingers.  He rubbed 

 his cum into her tits, focusing on her swollen and sore 

 nipples.

 

 He also cleaned off her cunt juice that was running down 

 her thighs.  He rubbed this into her breasts as well.  

 Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed the tips, sucking 

 them into his mouth one after another.  He was surprised.  

 He had never tasted his cum before.  Together, the two 

 fluids tasted quite pleasing to him.  She fidgeted as he 

 cleaned and then kissed her, her stomach quaking in 

 giggles.

 

 "Too bad you can't taste this.  Our flavors go quite good 

 together," he said rising to his feet.  "Maybe another 

 time...?"

 

 He took her hand and fastened the padded manacle around her 

 delicate wrist.  The second wrist followed the first into 

 captivity.  He adjusted the lengths of the chains attached 

 to the manacles.  She was stretched to the extent of her 

 height, teetering on the high heels.

 

 There was a short bar just below each of the ankle 

 restraints, and he discovered that he could hook the heel 

 of the shoe over this bar to help support the weight of the 

 victim.  Even so, her legs were spread painfully wide 

 apart.  

 

 Sandi allowed herself to be placed into the restraints.  By 

 climbing on the short bars with her heels hooked over them, 

 she had demonstrated their use for him.  He quickly 

 tightened the manacles around her booted ankles. 

 

 He walked over to the wall.  He stopped and looked at Lady 

 X.  He didn't have all that much skin to attack.  Just her 

 lower abdomen, pussy, upper thighs and her luscious ass 

 below the tight corset.  Above it were her tits, shoulders, 

 upper back and arms.  He made his selections from among the 

 wide variety of whips and moved back to the hanging woman.  

 He laid all of them down in front of her.  She began to 

 tremble in anticipation.

 

 He picked up the first whip.  It had only been a short 

 while since the initial spanking and her ass was not ready 

 for a great deal of pain just yet.  He swung the soft 

 leather strap he had selected against her upper thighs.  A 

 soft slap echoed off the padded walls.  She didn't even 

 jerk.  

 

 He continued the soft slapping, covering all of her exposed 

 skin with his tender leather caresses.  As he returned to 

 previously struck areas, the blows became a little harder, 

 bringing the blood to the surface.  A warm rosy glow 

 covered the dangling girl.  A sheen of perspiration covered 

 both of them.  

 

 Gradually, he had been able to build up her tolerance to 

 the pain so that she could accept much harder blows.  The 

 next implement he had chosen to use on her would give 

 magnitudes greater sensation than the butter soft strap.

 

 He picked up the tasseled riding crop, feeling the solid 

 heft of it in his had.  It had a nice stiff body with a 

 whippy tail.  The handle fit easily in his palm.  It was 

 well balanced, almost like a sword.  He made a practice 

 swing and the evil swish sent goose bumps scattering across 

 his skin.

 

 Sandi had her eyes closed and didn’t see the change in 

 whips.  She was in ecstasy, the buildup of pain boiling 

 over into the intense pleasure that she longed for, that 

 she needed.  She was so wrapped up in her own world she 

 didn't hear the practice swing.  The first lash with the 

 crop caught her by surprise and raised her up stiff in the 

 restraints.

 

 Ben watched a satisfying dark red welt form at the base of 

 her ass cheek.  The tassel had snapped into the crevice 

 between them and stung the flesh of her asshole.  He didn't 

 wait, but let the next lash fall across her upper thigh.  

 She farted loudly and came at the same time, her slick cum 

 splashing out onto the floor.  She had not known she could 

 squirt like that.

 

 He worked over her entire body, leaving short, deep red 

 welts and tassel marks about one inch apart on every 

 available piece of skin.  He labored steadily for quite 

 some time, being thorough until he only had her breasts, 

 her lower tummy and her pussy to go.  He had saved the best 

 for last.

 

 He stopped his whipping and released the lever that allowed 

 him to turn the rack.  He rotated her so that she lay face 

 up, her striped butt sagging down from her body weight and 

 exhaustion.  The waist belt quickly brought her body back 

 level and relieved some of the tension on her wrists and 

 ankles.

 

 Sandi had left sanity behind as he whipped her underarms.  

 She had not realized how erogenous that area could be.  As 

 she slipped into a erotic delirium, she made a note to try 

 it with Karin.  She would love it.  The stinging lashes to 

 her tits boosted her up and over the perilous peak of her 

 climax several times.  Each successive blow ripped her 

 higher and higher.  Ben avoided the tender nipples out of 

 compassion, but he covered the rest of the soft mounds 

 thoroughly.

 

 The waist belt covered and protected part of her tummy.  So 

 Ben went for the brass ring.  He stepped under the bar and 

 moved to stand in between her legs.  He firmly laid a well-

 place slash with the crop on the inside of each shapely 

 thigh.  Her semi-conscious body arched up as if in 

 invitation of the final blows.

 

 The first lash to her cunt split the lips and landed 

 directly on her clit.  She convulsed wildly.  The second 

 lash buried the tassel in her vagina, mauling the delicate 

 tissues there.  She shuddered violently again.  A final 

 upward blow drew a cherry red welt across her anal ring and 

 up her ass crack.  She screamed in ecstasy as she passed 

 out.

 

 Ben's rock hard prick had been slapping against his legs 

 with each blow.  His breathing was ragged as he stepped up 

 to the unconscious woman and plunged his cock into her 

 pussy.  He stood still, letting the spasms of her mega-

 orgasm milk his blood muscle up and down.  Fully seated in 

 her cunt, he waited for her to regain some of her senses.  

 The warm, moist tunnel gripped his prick as if hanging on 

 for dear life.  The fit of the two procreative organs was 

 perfect.

 

 Her felt and heard the low growl from the fettered woman.  

 Sandi woke to feel wonderfully stuffed.  He was inside her 

 at last!  Her body burst to life, every erotic nerve in her 

 being triggered by the pulsing rod of flesh buried in her 

 pussy.  She literally vibrated on his shaft.

 

 Ben reached forward and grasped her hips, steadying himself 

 as he worked his cock in and out of her clasping cunt.  He 

 established a slow rhythm with deep penetrating strokes.  

 He watched his prick withdraw from the warm sheath, the 

 soft tissues of her pussy clinging to the shaft as if 

 trying to keep it from leaving.  His rhythm quickened as he 

 felt himself approaching the critical point.  He didn't try 

 to hold back, but pounded into her as hard as could, 

 slamming into her soft thighs with his hips on every 

 forward lunge.  Her luscious tits jiggled as if they 

 floated on her chest.

 

 Pounding into her one last time, he yelled his ecstasy as 

 he came, then grunted with each additional clenching spurt 

 of jism that came out of his prick.  Satiated, he leaned on 

 his hands, gasping for breath.  They were both exhausted 

 and satisfied from the initial session.

 

 Ben caught his breath and turned the frame upright.  After 

 taking off her waist belt, he released her ankles and 

 wrists.  Sandi collapsed in a pile on the floor.  She was 

 delirious, out of her mind in orgasmic splendor.  Every 

 touch, every sound, every smell sent her senses reeling 

 with sensual delight.  She was happy, fulfilled, complete.  

 She knew she could love this man.

 

 Ben gathered his mystery lady in his arms and carried her 

 upstairs to the sitting room.  He laid her gently on the 

 couch and cradled her head in his arms.  Softly, he cooed 

 and sang to her the comforting sounds and lullabies he had 

 thought he had long forgotten.  As they cuddled, he began 

 telling her of his life, of his happiness at finally 

 meeting the woman of his dreams, Lady X, of his feelings 

 for her, and of his determination to convince her to reveal 

 her identity to him.  Somehow, he told her, he would win 

 her love.  

 

 He watched her eyes as he spoke, her bright intelligent 

 eyes responding to his words.  He knew she understood his 

 words, knew she felt the same.

 

 Sandi's heart was torn.  She felt she loved him, even after 

 so short a time.  She couldn’t risk telling him who she 

 was.  Not yet.  It wasn't the right time.

 

 Karin found them in that position.   Ben was softly talking 

 to her and stoking her silky skin, freely weeping now in 

 his love and frustration.  Sandi was curled up on his lap 

 like a little child, totally at ease, watching him speak, 

 reaching up occasionally to catch a tear falling from his 

 face.

 

 Karin let them run their course until he was silent.  She 

 touched him on the shoulder and motioned for him to give 

 Lady X to her.  Karin lifted her friend easily and walked 

 towards the door.  She grinned to herself as she noted the 

 size of the sleeping monster he was equipped with.  Sandi 

 must have enjoyed that!  She turned at the door.

 

 "Please get dressed and come back to this room.  There is a 

 shower in that room over there, if you want to clean up as 

 well.  I wish to speak to you before you leave."

 

 Karin carried Sandi to a bedroom upstairs.  She unlaced the 

 tight corset and removed the boots from her legs.  The hood 

 was eased off her head after loosening the laces in the 

 back.  Karin ran her hands over her friend's body, looking 

 for any serious injuries.  She found none, and that pleased 

 her.  There were only the marks of well-whipped flesh.  Ben 

 had been careful – and skillful.  But she had known that 

 when she had found them together.  Their passion was 

 evident, as was Sandi's dilemma.  

 

 Sandi threw her arms around Karin and sobbed into her neck 

 for several minutes.  It was not from the pain, but the 

 sorrow.  Her heart was breaking.  She had found her true 

 love at last, but she couldn't have him, just as Karin had 

 found Sam, and lost him.  The sobs wracked her slender 

 frame as Karin comforted her. 

 

 "SHIT!  Love sucks!" Sandi muttered softly.

 

 "I know, Honey.  I know.  You OK?"

 

 "Yeah.  God, he was good."

 

 "Uh-huh, I’ll bet.  Into the tub, then.  Soak those stripes 

 for a while.  I'll join you in a bit.  I have to let our 

 guest out."

 

 Sandi got into the large bathtub and eased her battered 

 frame down in the steaming water.  Karin leaned over and 

 kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

 

 Downstairs, the nervous patrolman paced across the room.  

 He froze when she entered the room.  "Is she all right?  Is 

 everything OK?  I didn't hurt her, did I?”  He blushed at 

 the stupidity of that question.  “Well, not too badly, I 

 mean."  His concern for her was written all over his face.

 

 Karin sat down before answering.  She motioned him to a 

 seat as well.  His heart sank.  No one gave good new 

 sitting down.

 

 "To answer your questions," she began, "Yes and No!"

 

 His face paled at the thought he had hurt his love.  He 

 trembled and slumped in the chair.

 

 "Her body is fine, nothing is broken or torn.  You were 

 very careful with her.  I thank you for that.  It's her 

 heart, I'm afraid."  

 

 Karin smiled at him a sad smile he didn't understand.  

 

 "She's lost it to you and it's breaking in two."

 

 He still didn't understand.  She chuckled.  Sometimes men 

 were so stupid!

 

 "Ben, she is in love with you!"

 

 Light dawned in his eyes as her meaning finally sunk in.  

 She felt the same way he did!  He lost all reason, jumped 

 up and started to run across the room.  He had to go to 

 her, to see her, to soothe her aches and pains, to ease her 

 aching heart.  

 

 He started up the stairs.

 

 "FREEZE!"

 

 The command was followed by a click of a hammer being 

 pulled back.  His policeman's training overrode his 

 genitals, and he froze.

 

 "I can't allow you to see her."

 

 He turned to her slowly.  "But we love each other..."

 

 "I'm sorry, Ben.  I truly am."  She lowered the gun and 

 moved it out of sight, as if it was never there.  She 

 continued.  "I know how you both feel, more than you’ll 

 ever know.  It must be her decision to reveal herself to 

 you.  She has a tremendous amount at stake, more than you 

 do, believe me.  If you try to find out who she is, you 

 will never see her again.  You could ruin her life, in many 

 ways.  

 

 "Please, accept what you do have now, for now.  The time 

 you have and will still have in the future.  Do not throw 

 that away.  Later, well, later will take care of itself.  

 Don’t fuck this up."  That last was said with a tinge of an 

 iron threat.  It got through to him.

 

 He nodded.  Tears blurred his eyes as he made his way to 

 the front door and out to his car.  He sat there for a long 

 time until he could control his weeping enough to drive 

 safely.

 

 Karin watched until his car pulled away and went upstairs.

 

 "Thanks for the gun, Sandi."

 

 "Did you need it?"

 

 "He was half-way up the stairs before he stopped."

 

 Karin stripped her clothes off and slid in behind her 

 friend/lover.  The two broken-hearted friends held each 

 other in their arms; each alone with her own thoughts of a 

 lost lover, each with a broken heart.  They soaked away the 

 pains of the afternoon and of a lifetime.