Couple go Clubbing

Hope you like the story. Constructive comments welcome!

****************************************************************************************************

“It’s Torture Garden in a few weeks,” said Elizabeth. “What are we going to do?”

“Yeah, good point,’ replied William. “How about we flick a coin and whoever wins is the boss for the evening; the other person has to go along with it?”

“Sounds good to me! Have you got a coin?”

William dug around in his pocket.

“A fifty pence or a five?”

“Fifty. Can you even toss a five – it’s a bit small isn’t it?”

“Not for me! Watch and call.”

William tossed the coin and whilst it spun through the air Elizabeth called “Tails!”

It landed and they both peered over at it lying on the floor.

“Heads!” shouted William triumphantly.

“Shit!” replied Elizabeth before adding “Best of three and this time use the fifty.”

“Alright.” said William. “You going tails again?”

“Everytime!”

They both watched intently as the shiny fifty spun through the air before landing on the floor.

“Tails again,” said William smugly.

Elizabeth grabbed the coin and tossed it herself.

“Arg, tails again. Not fair”

“I think I have definitely won,” smiled William. “Any request, hints or definite no-nos you want to get in the room now?”

Elizabeth thought for a moment. “Not really… make sure I can walk so no extreme footwear and make sure that we both have a fun night – I have to trust you to make that happen.” she said with a smile.

“No worries, I’ll have a think”

****

At various times in the next few days, Elizabeth wondered what William would come up with. He was the more imaginative of the two when it came to anything beyond plain vanilla sex and fun. She tended to enjoy herself when she was ‘there’, whether ‘there’ was, but the emotional energy required to think about and plan outfits and scenarios was often lacking.

“Right, all sorted!” William announced one evening.

“What?” replied Elizabeth absent mindedly.

“Hotel, restaurant, and, most importantly, your outfits for the evening”

“Outfits? Plural?”

“Of course – one for elegance and one for fun”

“Ah… course,” she replied hesitantly. “Do I need to do anything”

“No, I don’t think so. Just be in the car on Friday evening! he said with a mischievous smile.

Friday soon arrived. Elizabeth tried to get some clues about the weekend during the drive.

“All I’ll say is that you’ll look fucking incredible, although you might have to trust me on that, and you’re going to have a great time,” is all that William would say. That was worse! What did it mean? Elizabeth tried to put it to the back of her mind but every so often the words would come back to her. ‘You might have to trust me on that…’ What does that mean?

The journey was uneventful and they pulled up outside the hotel. Someone dashed out and opened the car door with another figure opening the boot. William saw the alarm on Elizabeth’s face.

“Don’t worry – the concierge will take our bags and park the car.”

“Oh wow.”

Elizabeth stepped out of the opened car door and joined her husband on the steps of the hotel.

“After that drive I think we deserve a drink.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Together they strolled into the hotel and found the bar. Two glasses of fizz were waiting for them.

“Cheers darling, here’s to a good night.” said William with a wink as they clinked glasses.

They headed upstairs to find that they had been put in a lovely big room with a massive bed and a huge bath.

“This is alright… it’s a shame we’re not going to be here much.” teased William as he bounced on the bed. “We’ll have to have breakfast in the bath, get our monies worth!”

“It is lovely darling, thank you. I’ll look forward to my breakfast!”

“Your elegant outfit should be hanging up in the bathroom.” Elizabeth stood there unsure on what to do. “Time to go and get dressed!” William added.

“Oh.” Elizabeth slowly headed towards the bathroom, both slightly dreading what she might find. an how her outfit could be in the bathroom before William. She walked in. ‘No outfit… ah, it’s on the back of the door… wow… the concierge must have put it here!’

Elizabeth needn’t have worried. Hanging from the hook on the back of the door was one of her favourite dresses. ‘I haven’t worn this for ages!’ she thought. A small bag on the floor contained some shoes – her favourite black stilettos. She quickly showered and got ready and emerged to find William looking particularly dashing. She walked up to him and kissed him.

“Thank you for my outfit – I haven’t worn this dress for ages! I’m glad it still fits!”

“Never in doubt.” teased William. “We had better get going – we have a reservation in 10 minutes”

They bundled out of the hotel and headed off down the street.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, I know you’ll like it”

Before long, they rounded a corner and Elizabeth recognised where they were, and the restaurant.

“It’s been years since we’ve been here.”

“It is – I just hope it is as good as last time.”

The meal was lovely with both the conversation and the wine flowing liberally. After a few hours they tottered outside and headed back. Once back at the hotel, Elizabeth grabbed William and hugged him. “Thanks for a lovely meal and my lovely dress, is my next outfit going to be as nice?”

“I hope so,” replied William.

“Let’s see what you’ve got me.”

William went and rummaged in the suitcase.

“Here you go.” he said handing over a beautifully packaged parcel. “You may need some help.” he added somewhat ominously.

“Hmm, We’ll see about that,” teased Elizabeth who was rather concerned but also very intrigued. William had obviously put in some effort. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, I’ll find something,” replied William somewhat vaguely. “We had better crack on – let’s aim to leave in 40 minutes.”

Elizabeth took her package and her shoes into the bathroom. She placed the package on the toilet seat and slowly opened it up. On the top was a small package. Elizabeth opened it, her curiosity getting the better of her. It contained a note, some lip stick and some eye make up.

‘Pink,’ thought Elizabeth. ‘Interesting’.

I’ve not seen you with pink lips. I think you will look hot!

I want massive, over the top eye make up!

‘Alright, I’ll do my best,’ she thought.

She removed a layer of tissue paper and her heart sank a little. A latex hood. She held it up and a piece of paper fell out.

My darling, I know that you are not a massive fan, but please trust me on this.

It was black, had lacing and a zip at the back and a variety of extra buckles on it.

Elizabeth then carefully removed the next layer of tissue paper. A pair of bright, electric pink, nipple tassels.

‘Wow,’ thought Elizabeth. ‘He’s loving the pink.’

DIgging down with increasing intrigue and urgency she held up the next item. It wasn’t immediately clear what it was.

‘Oh, a corset… ah I now see why I’ve got the nipple tassels.’

The corset was of an underbust design She laid it down gently on the bathroom floor and realised that there was something caught up in it. She reached down and retrieved a pair of elbow length black latex gloves.

She could see more pink gleaming in the box and lifted out the final item. Again she wasn’t immediate sure what it was.

‘Blimey, a skirt. The shortest skirt in the world!”

At the bottom was another note.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten any knickers. Never mind, you’ll just have to go without.

Get dressed and made-up. Don’t worry about the hood – we’ll sort that out when we arrive.

‘Well at least I don’t have to worry about that,’ she thought with relief. ‘I’ll start with the skirt, sort my makeup and then get William to help with the corset.’

The skirt pulled on easily. Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror. It was a skater style skirt, slightly longer at the front than the back but very revealing. She managed to get the corset on but it would require an extra pair of hands to get it on properly. Then it was time to tackle the make up. She stared intently into the mirror, concentrating on fixing the false eyelashes, getting the requisite over-the-top eye make up on whilst keeping it symmetrical. After a couple of attempts she was satisfied and then it was time for lips. Pouting, she applied carefully before stepping back.

‘Ah, nipple tassels and gloves,’ she realised.

She carefully applied the tassels, delicately sticking them over her nipples, pulled her stiletto heels on before gently pulling the opera gloves on.

‘Apart from the hood, I think that’s it.’

She stepped back and stared at her self in the mirror. She barely recognised the two tone pink-black goddess staring back at her. Turning side-on she glanced at herself. The corset pushing her breasts up and out whilst the skirt just about kept her decent. She liked what she saw; she just hoped that her husband would be impressed.

She stepped confidently out into the bedroom. William turned to look at her.

“Wow!” he managed. “You look fucking incredible.” Elizabeth smiled. “Darling, you should wear pink more often.”

“I need some help with the corset but I think everything else is good.”

“I think so.” William replied as he began to sort the lacing on the back of the corset. Elizabeth gasped slightly as he began to slowly tighten the back. “That alright?” he asked.

“For the moment – let’s see how we go as the night goes on.” She thought for bit. “William, what are you wearing – you can’t go in that.” William looked at himself.

“Jeans and a shirt? Don’t worry, I’ll be alright.”

Elizabeth started to wonder whether she was being set up for something but William was already holding her coat for her to put on. She accepted, William popped his on and then they were off. Elizabeth was pleased that their room was close to the front door. They were rapidly out of the front door and then off on the 5 minute walk to the club.

“Tickets please,” the doorman said. William showed them to him. Elizabeth stole a quick look around. It had been a few years since they had last been here but it was always the banality of the situation that got her – outside everyone looked so, well, normal. The exact opposite of what the inside would be like. The doorman looked through William’s bag and obviously satisfied they were waved in.

“I’ve got to quickly get changed,” William shouted in her ear. “You wait here.” He headed off and Elizabeth settled down and started looking at the other club goers. A six foot tall transvestite walked past.

“Good evening ma’am,” she said as she whisked past.

“Evening.” Elizabeth squeaked back. The sound of massive footsteps made her turn around. Coming towards her was a cat suited woman wearing what looked like horse hoofs raising them like she was trotting. She was also wearing a massive head dress and some form of head harness. ‘Interesting,’ thought Elizabeth. She just caught site of a couple wearing very little when she felt a hand slide around her waist.

“Hello gorgeous.” She turned and looked into the eyes of her husband.

“Wow!” She looked him up and down. Black boots, shiny latex leggings and nothing else apart from a small black bag strapped to his waist. “We’re quite a pair this evening.”

“We certainly are and we will be even more so in a moment.” He produced the latex hood.

“Shit, I hoped you might have forgotten that!” she smiled at him.

“Not a chance, it is too important! Please trust me though. My aim is for us to both have a nice time – just go with it but if you’re uncomfortable at any time then give me the secret sign – you remember it?”

Elizabeth nodded and bent her head forwards. William gently eased the hood over her face and whilst keeping it out of her hair, pulled the zip down encasing his wife’s head in the smooth, shiny latex. He then laced up the back, admiring the symmetry with corset beneath.

“Turn round,” he commanded. Elizabeth did so. He checked that her magnificent pouty pink lips and ridiculous eyes were nicely framed by the mouth and eye holes. Satisfied he fumbled for a moment and produced a collar and buckled it around his wife’s neck. “Look at me.” Elizabeth did so. “You look fucking hot. Now let’s go and get a drink”. William clipped a lead into Elizabeth’s collar and led her towards the bar.

They walked down a long, busy corridor towards the well lit bar at the end. Elizabeth felt as much as saw people looking at her as her topless husband led her on a short lead. The latex skirt swaying around her barely covered bottom made her feel sexy but vulnerable at the same time. They emerged into the crowded bar and, once again, she sensed several people doing a double take at them. Her husband squeezed upto the bar and mouthed ‘G&T to her’. She nodded. A girl who was squeezed into a very short red dress tapped William on the shoulder and spoke to him. Elizabeth saw William nod and the girl came unto her.

“I’ve just asked your master and he says I can speak to you. I just wanted to say that you look incredible.”

“Thanks.” Elizabeth replied. “My master,” the phrase feeling strange but comforting at the same time, “chose it for me.”

“He has good taste. Have you seen yourself?”

“No.”

“Here let me take you.” The girl tapped her master on the shoulder, spoke briefly and then took the end of the lead from him. The girl guided them around the bar to an alcove which had a huge mirror at the back. Elizabeth stared at herself. This was the first time that she had seen herself with the corset done up properly and her hood on. She had to give it to her master. Her slightly protruding lips and massive eyes looked superb. She looked so unlike how she was that it gave her a release. She then noticed the collar. It had ‘slave’ written across it. A confirmation that, for the next few hours at least, she wasn’t Elizabeth. “Do you want a photo?” The girl was talking to her. Elizabeth nodded. In the alcove an official photographer had set up. Elizabeth and the girl posed for a few shots, got the photo number from the photographer and headed back to the bar. “I’d better return you to your master!” the girl joked as she handed the lead back to William. Elizabeth handed the photo slips to William and got a G&T in return.

“Cheers!” They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks whilst surveying the scene.

“Time for a walk I think.” William let Elizabeth from the bar and back through the bar. They then ambled through the club before coming to a door. William pushed it and entered. They found themselves in the games room. In one corner a dungeon master was providing demonstrations of rope bondage. In another, a naked man was tied face first to a cage whilst a lady in a red basque was whipping him.

They watched for a while and then, “Stand still,” before Elizabeth knew what was happening she realised that a blindfold was being fitted to hood. Her heart instantly started beating harder. A ball gag was pushed into her mouth and attached to the other buckles. Her lead was pulled and she stumbled onwards. A hand steadied her, clutching her exposed cheek emphasising her exposure. She was pushed backwards, bumping into something hard, her hands raised in the air and tied up, her legs grasped and also tied down. She felt something around her neck, started to panic and then realised that it had gone.

‘Shit.’ Elizabeth suddenly felt frightened. Breathing hard through her ball gag she started to calm down. ‘What’s he going to do? she wondered. She tried to listen. She could hear the occasional cried of the man getting whipped along with the laughter of the dom. She could hear groans as well – was that from the rope bondage group? The groans were getting more regular and slightly louder and provided some distraction to the position she was in.

****

William saw the St Andrews cross and knew that this was the time. He blindfolded and gagged his wife and gently moved her over, tying her up to the strops. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a small sign.

‘tease, caress and fondle’

He hung it around her neck. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen but was intending to take full advantage himself if no one else was. He turned round to see what the increase in noise was. A girl had been blindfolded and strapped to a bench. Her partner was slowly working her tongue up the inside of the girls legs. William watched as the girl got more and more engrossed, her groans becoming louder and louder as the partner expertly worked their tongue around her exposed and engorged slit. As he watched two girls came up, one started playing with her nipples whilst the other one gently caressed her face.

One of them waved at William to come over but he turned back to Elizabeth, he didn’t want to leave her too long and she’d probably been there nearly 10 minutes. Judging by the gasps of pleasure emanating from that direction there was little he could adda anyway. No one had taken up the invitation hung around Elizabeth’s neck so he turned back to her intending upon taking full advantage himself. He crouched down and gently blew on her ankles. She twitched. He did it again. Another twitch. He reached in his bag for a feather and gently rubbed her calf with it. And then the other one. Suddenly he became away of somebody else. He looked up, the red basque lady had come over. She was gently brushing her riding crop against Elizabeth’s breasts. Pleased that his wife was getting some additional attention he started to work his way up the inside of her legs. He saw a gloved hand start to knead her bottom. He could see that she was beginning to squirm.

****

‘How many were there?’ Elizabeth had been drifting into an erotic stupor with the regular cries of pleasure coming from close by. She had been shocked back into the present by first the faint touches on her legs and then the firmer touches on the breasts. Suddenly the tassels were ripped off and she felt a firm tongue licking around her nipple. Her bottom! Someone had grabbed her bottom. The tongue on her legs was getting closer to her thigh. Aoooorr. She let out a guttural groan through her gag. And then another one as she felt an additional tongue get to work on her other breast. Her nerves were tingling, she could feel the waves of pleasure beginning to rise.

That lower tongue was getting very close now. She felt the first rivulet of moisture start to run down her leg. And then another one. The tongue lapped it up. Suddenly she felt her arms and then her legs being released. Multiple hands held her and guided her and then bended her over. Multiple hands held her down and her legs apart.

That tongue again. Oh, it was so close. They flipped her. She was on her back now, her head hanging off the end of the bench. Hands pulled her legs apart and then she felt something warm. Something hard. It played with her, lightly moving around the moist landscape of her glistening clunge. Someone was fiddling with her gag and with a relief she managed to spit it out breathing in gulps of air whilst groans of pleasure shook through her body.

A gloved hand was playing with her nipples, then another and then suddenly the cock was plunged in. She gasped. It was big, far bigger than William but it was beginning to slowly pump in and out. Hands held her head and then she felt lips. She kissed them hungrily, appreciating the opportunity to work her aching jaw. The mouth left and was replaced by other one. This one kissed more aggressively – pulling her lips with her teeth. Someone was gently biting her nipples and still her legs and arms were being held out tightly to the sides.

All of a sudden she could feel the waves of pleasure start to rise within her and then she felt something being pushed into her mouth. This was familiar – her husbands penis! She let her tongue wash over the rapidly growing cock. The unfamiliar angle and the increasing frequency of thrusting left her struggling for control. Her husband and the massive cock embedded in her slit were now thrusting in time and guttural groans came from deep within her as her insides erupted. Her husband then unloaded into her mouth.