by Zonna
(01/23/02)

"Are you sure we're allowed in here?"

Jesse glanced around nervously. The room was long and dark and filled with women of every shape and size. Some held leashes, casually, as if having a woman on the other end was as ordinary as having a poodle or a German shepherd.

"Of course we're allowed -- it's a free country, isn't it?"

Jean let her eyes wander lazily over the entire landscape, taking it all in. Many of the women had handcuffs swinging from their belt loops. Some had pets kneeling obediently at their feet, while others seemed to be unaccompanied.

"You know what I mean." Jesse craned her neck to stare at a particularly conspicuous girl dressed in nothing but a dizzying pair of red heels. "Isn't this like a club -- for members only or something?"

"They're having an open house tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Jesse thought for a moment. "How do you know about this place?"

Jean sighed. "Stop worrying."

Jean put her hand on Jesse's shoulder to hurry her along. They moved through the mob at the bar, their noses taking in whiffs of smoke and whiskey and leather.

"Is this a dungeon?" The word felt strange as it tumbled from Jesse's tongue.

"No, it's just a space."

"A space?"

"Shhh. No more questions. Let's see what's going on in there."

They headed toward a doorway with a green light over it, where a group of women had gathered. When a few left to refresh their drinks, Jean and Jesse moved in to get a better look.

In the middle of the floor sat a plain wooden folding chair. On the chair sat a very butch-looking woman in black jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. The muscles in her arms were clearly defined. Across her lap lay a blonde with her pants pulled down around her ankles, her hands tied behind her back, and her beautiful ass exposed and waiting. The room held its breath. The smack resounded. Then another. There was some tittering from the crowd, but it faded quickly. Twelve more blows landed in succession and the blonde's butt blossomed from a pale pink to a rosy red. And still the butch continued on in her steady pace. Another barrage and the blonde began to moan.

Jesse felt her cunt tighten as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle before her. This was more exciting than any video she'd ever seen. The sights and sounds were much more real. She could almost feel the sting of each slap as it fell. She could even imagine how it would feel to be draped across those rough jeans with her ass in the air, and the throbbing of her cunt as the spanking became more intense. What she could not fathom, however, was how the blonde must feel, knowing there was a roomful of strangers witnessing her punishment.

"Isn't this hot?" Jean whispered.

"Yeah." Jesse nodded, but the word remained stuck in her throat.

When the scene was over, the butch hugged her girlfriend and helped pull her pants back up. The crowd applauded appreciatively and splintered. Some headed back to the bar while others disappeared into various side rooms in groups of two or three.

"I need a drink," Jesse turned for the bar.

"Not now, it's too crowded. Let's wait a few minutes. Come on, let's see what else is going on."

Jean led the way, seeming to have a destination in mind. She stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, which appeared to be slightly ajar. She reached for the knob.

"What if there's somebody in there?" Jesse hissed.

Jean smiled. "I'm sure they won't mind." She pushed the door open and pulled Jesse inside with her.

The room was dimly lit and appeared to be empty. Jesse's eyes darted nervously in a circle, making sure. On the third trip, she noticed a chain hanging down from the ceiling. She shook off a chill.

"How could you just walk right in like that?"

"The door wasn't closed, silly. That's a sign that either there's nobody inside or it's okay to enter."

"How do you know this stuff?" Jesse asked, suspiciously.

"I read it somewhere, I guess." Jean walked farther into the room, while Jesse stayed put as though her feet were stuck in cement.

"What do they do in here, I wonder?" Jesse's eyes returned to the chain.

Jean moved closer to her lover, trying to coax her away from the door.

"I think they probably attach handcuffs to that chain. See? There's a little hook on the end." She put her arm around Jesse's waist.

"Oh."

"Wanna try it?"

"No thanks." Jesse's shoulders tensed automatically.

"Why not?"

"Very funny."

"I thought you said you were interested?"

"I am."

"Well, then? Here's your big chance."

"Don't be ridiculous. There's a hundred people out there."

"And?"

"And someone could walk in."

"Yeah -- doesn't that excite you?"

"No."

"Yes, it does."

"Maybe a little. But just in theory -- this is real life. Big difference."

"Come on, just try it. Don't you wanna know what it feels like?"

Jesse was more than curious. She and Jean had fooled around at home a few times, using a pair of nylons or a silk scarf to tie her hands to the bed posts. She'd always gotten really turned on, getting wet even before Jean touched her.

"We don't have any --"

Jean held up a pair of very serious-looking silver handcuffs.

"Where'd you get those?"

"No more excuses. Okay?"

Jesse pulled the door shut. "Just in case," she mumbled.

Outside, a green light went on over the doorway.

"Come over and stand under the chain," Jean directed. "Yeah, right there. Now, take off your shirt."

"Get out!"

"Jesse, come on. I thought we came to have some fun."

"Why does fun always involve me getting naked?"

"Well, what's the point if you keep your clothes on?"

"Too scary."

"Forget it, then." Jean looked disappointed.

"Don't be pissed."

"I'm not. I just thought it'd be really exciting. I thought this was something you wanted. You talk about it all the time. I thought it was a fantasy of yours. I was gonna make it come true."

Jesse hesitated. It was a fantasy she'd had over and over again.

"You're sure no one'll come in?"

Jean looked her girlfriend in the eye. She didn't lie, exactly. She just answered the question with one of her own. "You shut the door, didn't you?"

Jesse swallowed the lump that had begun to form in her throat and removed her shirt. She held her hands out as Jean snapped the cuffs closed.

"You have the key, right?"

Jean laughed.

"Raise your hands over your head."

After about five attempts, the cuffs caught on the hook.

Jesse shivered. She felt the muscles in her arms stretching, the pinch of the cuffs around her wrists. Her nipples stiffened as the warm air caressed her naked breasts.

"How does it feel?" Jean whispered in her lover's ear.

"Weird."

"Bad weird?"

"No, no. Kinda cool. I keep worrying that someone's gonna walk in, though."

"What if they did?"

"I'd fucking die."

Jean giggled. "No, you wouldn't. You'd love it."

"I don't think so."

"I do. I think it'd turn you on."

Jean raised her hands to Jesse's breasts. "Look, your nipples are hard already and I haven't touched you once."

Jesse closed her eyes. "Well, touch me now."

Jean pinched and sucked on her girlfriend's nipples till Jesse started to sigh.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah..."

She raised her mouth to Jesse's lips and kissed her. Then she bent down and started to untie her partner's sneakers.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't get your pants off with these on."

"No! Don't."

Jean laughed. "Stop me, then."

"Bitch." Jesse's lips curled in a helpless smile, as Jean tossed her Nikes and socks to the side.

Meanwhile, women were lining up outside the door with the green light, waiting.

Jean stood and popped the button on Jesse's jeans. Then she slid the zipper down, slowly.

"Stop torturing me..." Jesse was breathless.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, babe."

Jean slid the jeans down and threw them into the corner. She stood back and admired her girlfriend, who looked very sexy hanging there in just her underpants.

"God, Jeannie -- this is so fucking hot."

"Think so?"

"Yeah..."

Jean moved closer and stroked Jesse through the soft cotton of her panties. They were already damp.

Jesse moaned and spread her legs wider, inviting Jean in.

Jean whispered. "You remember your safeword, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What is it?"

"Blue. Why?"

Jean kissed Jesse deeply, their tongues dancing together. Then she stepped back.

"I love you, Jesse."

"I love you, too."

Jean turned for the door.

"What are you doing?!"

Her hand reached for the knob.

"No! Jean! Stop! Don't you dare!"

The knob turned.

"Stop it! I'll fucking kill you!"

The door opened and Jean stepped aside to let the crowd in. The women entered and arranged themselves around the perimeter of the room. All eyes were on Jesse. Some whispered, some pointed, some laughed, while others just stared in silence.

Jesse felt the heat rise to her face. She closed her eyes and tried to remember how to breathe. If she didn't die of embarrassment in the next few minutes, she vowed to kill her girlfriend.

Jean returned to her lover's side.

"I can't believe you did that." Jesse's voice was seething.

"If you want me to stop, just use your safe word."

Jean moved her hands to Jesse's waist, hooked her thumbs under the elastic band and tugged her lover's underwear down, exposing her to the throng.

Jesse's heart pounded in her ears.

Jean stood behind her so the room would have a clear view and caressed Jesse's breasts. She pulled on her girlfriend's nipples, carefully gauging her reactions. She kissed the back of her lover's neck, watching goosebumps rise in haphazard clusters. Sensuously, she let her tongue travel down Jesse's spine. Then she reached around and slipped a finger just inside Jesse's cunt, which was slick and wet with her juices.

"Well, well, well...seems you aren't exactly hating this after all. Spread your legs wider for me."

Jesse did as she was told. She felt Jean's finger dancing lightly around her clit. It felt so good, she wanted more. She arched her back to try and make Jesse rub harder, but her girlfriend kept it just out of reach, teasing her. She whimpered, despite herself.

Somebody chuckled, reminding her of where she was.

"Does this feel good?" Jean whispered.

"Yesss..." Jesse hissed.

"How good?" Jean cupped Jesse's breast with her free hand and ran her tongue around her partner's ear. She picked up the pace ever so slightly, increasing the pressure of her strokes.

"Really good..." Jesse's breath was getting ragged.

"Tell me what you want."

Jesse hesitated.

"Do you want me to make you come?"

Jesse nodded vigorously.

"In front of all these people?"

"Yesss..." Jesse spread her legs wider.

"Say it."

Jesse shook her head, unwilling to speak her desire aloud.

"Maybe I should stop?" Jean took a step back, leaving Jesse suddenly empty for an agonizing moment.

"No! Please don't stop." Jesse pleaded, her cunt throbbing for attention.

"Tell me what you want, then."

"I...want..."

"Yes?"

"Iwantyoutofuckme!" The words came tumbling out all at once.

A few of the spectators shouted their encouragement, but Jesse was past caring. All she knew was the aching need blossoming between her legs.

Mercifully, Jean slid three fingers deep inside and began to fuck her slowly. Each thrust was just a little bit harder and deeper than the last.

Jesse moved her body to meet Jean's hand, feeling her orgasm growing closer with each stroke.

When Jesse started to moan, Jean used her other hand to resume her gentle rubbing of Jesse's clit as she continued pumping in and out of her lover's slippery cunt.

"Open your eyes," she commanded.

Jesse opened her eyes to the room and came instantly with a loud groan. Her legs gave way, but the jangling chain held her steady.

The crowd clapped and hooted. Then they drifted back through the doorway, in search of the next attraction.

Jean moved in front of Jesse and gathered her girlfriend into her arms. She kissed her softly, feeling Jesse's heart beating against her own chest. She reached up and unhooked the cuffs.

"You're not mad, are you?" She searched Jesse's eyes.

"No. That was incredible." Jesse smiled.

"I just wanna be sure before I take the handcuffs off," Jean laughed.

She helped Jesse back into her clothes, kissing her nose playfully as she buttoned her shirt.

"You're being an awfully good sport about this," Jean observed, a little surprised. "Sure you're not just dying for a chance to get even?"

"Not at all," Jesse assured her. "In fact, I'm going to buy you a drink right now to prove it. Come with me," she cooed, her eyes on a spanking bench in the next room.

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