"The administration fee is $5000.00; that will cover the cost of her two week stay. All we need now is for you to sign here." Spenser pointed to the line at the bottom of the contract with the tip of his pen and slid it across the table.
James took the single sheet of paper and signed his name. He didn't need to read it; he'd been forward a copy of the administration papers a week before so that he could study them in detail. Together, he and Ally had gone over all the paperwork. She was his most prized possession and he felt no qualms at doing with her as he pleased. That said, with something as important as this he had wanted to make sure that they both understood exactly what would take place. Handing the signed contract back, he said, "Am I allowed to say goodbye?"
Spenser smiled. "Of course, until Ally walks through those doors she is still yours. However, I should mention that the reality of the situation is made all that more real for her if she is not permitted the comfort."
"Of course." James rose and gathered his coat. "When will I be permitted to see her?"
Spenser accompanied James out of the office. "Your membership to the club last for the full two weeks that Ally will be with us. You are welcome to join us this evening if you'd like however Ally will not join the general population until tomorrow." The Club of Aces was located in a state of the art high-rise building situated in the heart of downtown. From the street as well as the first five floors it looked like any ordinary building. However, once admitted to upper floors a person realized that the occupants were engaged in anything but ordinary business. As Chief of Administration, Spenser's office was located on the third floor; below him were the receptionist and the various support staff such a large operation required. The two floors above him held the offices of the founding fathers and board of directors.
Together, Spenser and James walked to the elevators; Spenser hit the button and waited with James until the car arrived. "You will, of course, have full access to the facilities but you will not be permitted to request Ally individually for the first week. We do suggest that you observe her as she is introduced to the various aspects of the Club."
James nodded. He never would have thought about handing Ally over. She was his and he treasured her...and that was part of the problem. Ally had become incorigable over the past two years. He was so in love with her and she knew it. It made it hard for him to push her in their play the way she needed. They had discussed the problem and decided that Ally needed some time in service to those that felt nothing for her and would act without regard to her thoughts or feelings. At the same time James would be better able to act on his own fantasies either with Ally or the other residents of the Club. Hopefully, at the end of the two weeks they would be better able to serve each other. Well, that was all well and good but that didn't change the fact that James was uncomfortable with the idea of handing Ally over and walking away.
Spenser seemed to read his mind. "The first day of separation is the hardest, for you both, but I guarantee that once you see your submissive in her new role you will be happy you brought her here." The elevator car arrived and Spenser smiled as several you executives emerged. "I recommend that you go home and relax. Return to us around eight and I'll personally see you through your first night." Spenser gave James a friendly slap on the shoulder and gently encouraged him into the elevator. "From what I know of you I can already come up with several residents that would be very pleasing."
James nodded and rode the elevator down to the guarded garage. From there he drove home and let himself into the house. It seemed unnaturally quiet without Ally and he found himself reluctant to enter. Passing through the living room he went to his office and reached to turn the computer monitor on. It was then that he saw the card propped up on his keyboard. There was no name but he already knew who it was from. Ripping open the envelope, James smiled at the front of the card. It showed a dark haired woman bound and gagged and tied to a cross. Flipping back the front panel he felt himself relax at the three simple words written in Ally's familiar handwriting. I love you. Ally had known that he would be having a hard time with their decision and had left him a message. The card was her way of telling him that no matter what she would always be his. Relieved, James stripped out of his clothes and into the shower. By the time the water started to turn cold James had forgotten about his concerns and was wondering what the evening would have for him.
Ally watched through the one way mirror as her husband signed over the rights to her person. What's more, he paid them to take her! The moment seemed surreal. She couldn't hear what was said but it was obvious that the deal was done. James handed over a check, signed his name and left.
For several minutes she stood staring into the empty room. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Would James come to say goodbye? Would someone arrive to show her where she needed to go? What would happen once she got to wherever it was she was going? Fear and excitement sat in her stomach like a rock. For the first time Ally felt unsure of herself and of what was expected of her. After five years together, she and James had grown accustom to each other. Their sex life was still satisfying and exciting but it lacked the unexpected.
>From the very beginning their play had been laced with emotions. Ally constantly sought to please James but at the same time she knew that his feelings for her kept him from pushing her as hard as he could. Now she would face strangers; they were men and women she didn't know and who wouldn't care about her beyond the pleasure and excitement that she could (and would) give them. They wouldn't stop at her cries or feel guilty to see her suffer. For herself, Ally needed the distance, the impersonal nature of things that only a place like this could give. Despite knowing all of that, Ally still felt herself tense as if to run when the door opened.
He was tall, bare chested wearing only a pair of leather pants. His hair was black as midnight and hung well passed his shoulders; his eyes were the color of moss and the sharp angles of his face were saved from being too severe by a full, sensuous mouth. His status as an Trainer was evident by the short, leather flogger that hung from his belt. "Come with me."
Ally stood and followed the man out of the room. They walked quickly down the hall, away from the front of the building, and ascended to the sixth floor via the servant elevator. She didn't bother making small talk but instead followed much as a sheep to slaughter. Shivering slightly at her overactive imagination Ally tired to distract herself by examining her new surroundings.
"This floor is dedicated to Receiving; all new residents are brought here, examined and tagged. Once the process is complete you will be taken to the Dorm where you will be assigned to a room, which you will share with three other residents. You will be introduced to your Resident Mistress; once in her care you will learn what else is in store for you." He led her into a small, clinical looking room equipped with examining table and a variety of medical instruments. Once they were both inside with the door closed behind them he turned to her and said, "This is the last time you will be allowed to speak freely. Do you have any questions?"
Ally tried to think. She had been careful to read through all the information sent over by the Club. She had some idea as to how things were run, what the various positions were and what would be expected of her. She didn't have any idea what that would mean in reality but she knew that it was nothing he could explain to her. "No, thank you."
"Good, strip." Ally, surprised by the request, stood dumbfounded. Unfortunately for her the request was not repeated. Stepping forward, he grabbed her by the arm, forced her face down onto the examining table and flipped her skirt up and over her back. A list of what she was to wear and what she was to bring had been sent over the day before. He was pleased to see that she was naked beneath her skirt and that her pussy had been shaved. Releasing the flogger from his pelt he administered six quick lashes. None of them were that severe; her profile indicated that she had received floggings on a regular basis as well as canings, whippings, and paddlings. Other than an initial cry of surprise she easily withstood the punishment.
When he was finished he ordered her to stand and once again strip. Ally, her face red from embarrassment, stripped out of her shirt, skirt and heels. She wore nothing underneath and was found herself quickly standing naked.
Working quickly, he took measurements of different parts of her body and compared them to those in her profile. It was important that these measurements be exact; she would spent a considerable amount of time in various adornments and while they weren't exactly comfortable an improper fit could lead to damage of an unacceptable sort. Finished, he ordered her up onto the examining table, feet in the stirrups.
Ally waited, her hands folded serenely on her stomach and her knees spread wide. She felt vulnerable and exposed which was exactly what they wanted her to feel. She stared up at the ceiling trying to ignore the chill of the room. She'd never much minded going to the doctor, it was uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't live through. Ally tried to keep that in mind as the door opened and the doctor walked in.
He was short, shorter then her by at least five inches, with thinning hair and warm blue eyes. He smiled at her and patted her knee as he stepped between her legs. "Hello dear, how are you today?"
"Fine, sir."
"Now, there is no need for formality with me, you can call me Dr. Billings. I may be on staff here but as your doctor I uphold the same oath as all other doctors. Anything you tell me is confidential and should you need anything, medical or otherwise, you just let me know."
"Yes, sir."
Dr. Billings smiled and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Next he pulled over a rolling tray and sat down. A few adjustments to the lights and he had a perfect view of her shaved pussy. Lubricating the first two fingers of his hand he warned her, "This is going to be cold."
Inserting two fingers, the doctor felt around touching her cervix and applying pressure to her womb. He noted on her profile that she had opted for temporary sterilization and was STD free. Blood test had confirmed all this and the examination was just to insure that she was physically able to withstand two weeks of vigorous activity. Withdrawing his fingers, Dr. Billings stood and once again patted her leg. "You can sit up. Everything checks out; you're cleared for residence. Someone will be with you shortly. Just remember, if you need anything let the Resident Mistress know. If a request for the doctor is made the entire staff is ordered to escort you to me."
Ally nodded and watched as the doctor left the room. This still didn't feel real but if she was sure of anything it was that the feeling wouldn't last long. Few minutes pasted before the Trainer returned. This time he was joined by two other men; together they held her still between them as the trainer attached a thin stainless steel collar was welded onto her neck. Next he attached wide belts of steel to her wrists, ankles, and waist. Each band of steel had several rings that could be connected and used to secure her into place. She stood still through it all knowing that when her time was up the bands would be removed.
The Trainer attached her wrists to the steel belt around her waist and then led her from the room. They made their way into the elevator and up several floors finally coming out into the Dorm. The entire floor was dedicated to the residents. Their rooms were here as well as a fully staffed kitchen, exercise room, massage and an recreation room. There wasn't much leisure time but what there was belonged to them.
Ally was led to a room mid way down the hall. It was a large room with four beds; to each bed was assigned a chest of drawers and a bedside table. It was spacious and elegantly decorated just like everything else about the Club. There was no one else in the room; the Trainer instructed Ally to sit on the end of her bed and wait until the Resident Mistress arrived.
She had lost all sense time but Ally suspected that only twenty minutes or so had past since the Trainer left and the Resident Mistress arrived. She was tall, especially for a woman, standing at least six feet tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her hair was piled on top of her head exposing a long slender neck; a tight corset cinch in her waist and pressed her breasts up to the point of nearly spilling over. Black leather pants and matching thigh high boots completed the ansamble.
"Stand up." One experience with punishment was enough and Ally quickly got to her feet. The Resident Mistress walked around her, examining her with a pinch and a poke. "Very nice. For your first evening you will do nothing but observe. To ensure that you go unmolested we need to fill those various holes of yours."
Ally turned to look over her shoulder. The Resident Mistress walked over to the chest and started rummaging through the bottom drawer. The first thing to appear was a ball gag; this was placed inside her mouth and forced up against her teeth. "Tomorrow a mold of your mouth will be taken and a gag custom made for you. This will have to do for now."
The gag was larger than what was comfortable and Ally's jaw stretched to the aching point.
The Resident Mistress returned and ordered her onto the bed. "On your hands and knees; spread your legs."
Ally moaned as a large phallus was slid inside her pussy; it was unnaturally wide and stretched her beyond anything James had ever done. She jumped slightly as the Resident Mistress reached between her legs and attached the belt of the phallus to a ring on her waist belt. Already full, Ally lowered her head to the bed and moaned again as a plug was inserted into her ass.
"Relax, it will go in easier."
Ally took a deep breath and tried to do as she was told. It hurt but that wasn't the worst of it; she hated butt plugs - they were humiliating and made her feel like she was to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the gag prevented her from begging for relief, not that it would have mattered. This too was locked to her waist belt; when all was said and done all her holes had been filled.
"None of the guests can release these locks so you are effectively safe for the night. You will be on display for future use therefore you will be on your best behavior."
Ally nodded and followed the Resident Mistress from the room. There were several floors for the guests. The main floor was considered a lounge where members summoned specific residents; from there they were free to move to one of the other rooms each one of which was set up for any number of activities. There were also rooms set up for specific types of entertainment. One room had a stage complete with pole for those that wanted a striptease while another held a small swimming pool for water play. All of the rooms were situated to allow for an audience.
Ally was led to the lounge; the Resident Mistress ordered a hood placed over her head and had her chained to the wall. For the next hour Ally watched as members, mostly men, entered the lounge. Some sat and had a drink before calling for one of the residents and then moving on into one of the other rooms. Ally, feeling blessedly anonymous beneath the mask, startled when she saw James enter the room.
Dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt, the lines of his body were shown to their best advantage. Her heart ached to see him and she wanted to run to him. Obviously, that wasn't possible and try as she might Ally couldn't get his attention. Her body had been locked and chained to the wall making any movement impossible. She moaned against her gag and struggled to turn her body but with no success.
Ally watched with growing horror as a short petite redhead was escorted to kneel at James' feet. He reached down and in a familiar gesture stroked the slave's head while he talked with another gentleman. It was a shock to realize that James would enjoy the hospitality of the other slaves. It shouldn't have but it was. For some reason she had thought that he would be hear solely for her and it burned her to know that he would be free to play with anyone he wanted. After a while James rose and ordered the slave to follow him from the room. Ally, her eyes locked on his retreating form, felt like weeping when he walked past her without stopping to look up.
She felt bereft; chained to the wall she was unable to compete with the other slave for her Master's attention and it felt like an unfair disadvantage. Defeated, she let her head fall back and watched the other members without much thought.
An hour later and the room had pretty much cleared out. Here and there a couple could still be seen but for the most part the members had moved on and into the other rooms. Ally was released from her chains and led to a small room. Not much bigger than a closet she was surprised when she was joined by the Trainer that has seen to her administration.
With a push of a button a panel slid open and Ally had a front row view of the torture chamber. From here she could see all the activity going on in the other room. There were three couples all engaged in different activity. One woman was secured by her wrists and ankles to a cross while her Master (for the evening) slid needles into her breasts, pussy lips and thighs. Another woman lie spread eagle in the center of the room surrounded by three men and two women. As Ally watched a torch was lit and a steel rod heated from black to red and back to black. With a nod of her Master's head (her lifetime Master) the rod was touched to the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. The slave, having been left ungagged, screamed; her body lifted off the table in pain and after giving a violent shudder collapsed back onto the table. Blessedly, the slave had passed out and was unconscious as they cleaned the new brand.
Turning to the last couple, Ally was surprised to see James busy with his redheaded slave. He had her suspended from the ceiling; with straps around her wrists, ankles and on the legs just above the knees she was completely vulnerable. James stood back and with one of his favorite whips proceeded to cover the slave's body with viper marks. Ally sympathized with the woman. James loved the viper and he moved around the slave applying it to her breasts, stomach, the inside of her thighs, her pussy and even to the bottom of her feet.
That sympathy didn't last long. The slave was crying; her face turned to the inside of her arm. Her body was covered with V-shaped welts and bruises; her body bright red and tears running down her face. James dropped the whip onto the table and circled the slave his hands running over her body. Taking his time he pinched and pulled on her nipples then reached back and slapped both breasts. James, hard and throbbing, stepped between the slave's thighs and released his cock from his pants.
Ally, still gagged, stepped forward and put her hand on the glass. A small whimper of pain formed behind the gag as she watched James sink himself inside of the slave. The Trainer reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. It wasn't an offer of comfort. "For the next two weeks he is no longer yours."
Unable to speak, Ally simply nodded. Tears fell as she watched her husband fucking another woman. It wasn't the first time but it was the first time without her. She wasn't sure how to feel; one minute she was angry and jealous wanting to ripe out the woman's hair. The next minute she wanted kiss James and give him her blessing. They had always tried to see each other's wants and needs satisfied even if that meant inviting other people into their bedroom. But this was different; it felt as if James had forgotten about her. For all she knew James hadn't even asked after her.
As thoughts ran through her head Ally watched James pull out of the slave's pussy and move to stand beside her head. He grabbed her hair and forced his cock into her mouth. For the next few minutes James fucked the woman's face finally pulling out and shooting his cum all over her chest.
The Trainer closed the panel and led Ally from the room. She spent the rest of the evening watching and being put on display. While she was free from either abuse or penetration she was still poked, prodded and positioned in various forms. The gist of the discussion was that she was acceptable and many of the members looked forward to testing out the merchandise. Finally, Ally was returned to her room. The phallus and plug were left in and the Resident Mistress attached her wrists, ankles and waist belt to the bed. A blanket was thrown over her and a light touch of goodnight given before the lights were turned off.
Ally, exhausted, closed her eyes but the only thing she could see was the sight of James thrust his cock into the pussy of another woman. Finally, she forced the image from her mind and tried to sleep. Hopefully, once she was introduced into the general population she would be able to prove herself to James so that it was she he wanted to whip and fuck.
