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The Free Membership (A Story) Written by Throne
🕑 Added 2024-08-12 12:25:26 +0000 UTCFree Membership
by Throne
The ballroom of the remote country estate was impressive, to put it
mildly. There were decorous sofas and chairs spaced along the walls,
and a loveseat in one corner. Glass-fronted display cases held a
variety of erotic figures, and paintings with similar themes hung on the
walls between them. There was a wet bar, with a capable bartender in a
stylish outfit. Glen and Vonda entered. They were an attractive
couple. As they glanced around at the guests who were scattered about
the floor in small groups, they spotted someone and headed toward her.
"Marisol," said Vonda. "I didn't think we'd see you here again."
"I wasn't so sure myself, that I'd be back. After you invited me, a
month ago, and I came with my husband Frank, he put his foot down and
said we wouldn't be returning. He can be such a control freak with me.
And this group is way too kinky for him."
The level of perversion was attested to by many of the others around
them. There were women who resembled men and males who looked
convincingly female. Leather and rubber attire were common. A few
submissives were close to naked, leashed or cuffed, as their owners
dictated. More of those and other types were drifting in.
Glen wanted to know, "So what happened? You talked him into letting you
come back alone?"
Marisol smiled. "Something like that. He needed a bit of persuasion
but it all worked out in the end."
From a door alongside the bar, a curious figure emerged. It was male,
as could be seen by the crushingly tight chastity it wore. But with its
legs hairless and encased in pink stockings, and matching high heels on
its feet, the gender identity was confused. There was a snug hood over
its head, which included a female mask with long painted-on eyelashes
and oversized red lips. The mouth was slightly opened, to allow
breathing, though no one heard any speech. The hood was capped with a
blond wig, cut in bangs high on the forehead, and flowing straight down
to shoulder length everywhere else.
As he approached the threesome, Vonda said, "This one must be a total
slave. Get an eyeful of what they're wearing."
The garment was pink and made of rubber. It fitted like a blouse, but
without sleeves. Instead, it had openings at waist level, through which
hands protruded, covered in gloves that were closely attached to what he
wore. The single piece of fetish-wear was cinched in at the waist,
below which it stuck out in a very short skirt, too brief to cover
genitals or bottom. It was carrying a tray, on which were appetizers,
as well as something else. When the masked figure stopped in front of
them, Glen picked up the added item that sat in front of the nibbles.
It was a small silver bell, accompanied by a note that said, "PLEASE
ATTACH TO MY COCK LOCK."
Glen chuckled and patted the figure on its covered cheek. "Be happy to,
darling." He rechecked the note and saw that it was signed. "But first
let me try one of these tidbits... Fluff."
He selected something from the tray and the two females followed suit.
Other attendees were drifting nearer, to get a look at the hooded one,
who was rather bizarre, even by the standards of this place. They knew
the rules pertaining to slaves unaccompanied by Masters or Mistresses.
It was perfectly acceptable to handle public property, such as this one.
Hands fondled the uncovered bottom. The sub moaned, obviously not
liking to be touched. There must be a gag under that mask. Ears
protruded through openings on the sides. A woman leaned in to whisper
obscene suggestions. A man did the same on the other side, describing
the sort of bondage he would like to see this hapless victim put into.
The serving sissy's neck was bare, to be fingered freely.
When there were enough people paying attention, Glen held up the note
and what was with it. "The girly-boy wants to have this bell dangling
from that tiny chastity, and I'm going to accommodate the poor dear."
He squatted down and hooked it to the bottom of the cage. Rising, he
gave the helpless one's bottom a smack, which set the bell to tinkling.
He told him, "Now let's hear you make some noise with it by yourself,
Fluff."
The voiceless prey swung his hips forward and back, managing to create a
merry jingling sound. That set off laughter from the listeners. He did
a small dip, that was a sort of abbreviated curtsey. His hidden arms
couldn't move much, with his hands stuck in the attached gloves, so the
effort made for an amusing sight.
Vonda told him, "Get back to your rounds, Fluff. I know you want all of
those treats on your tray to get eaten."
With a nod of agreement, Fluff moved away. His footwear was pink pumps
with two-inch stilettos and, while capable of walking on them, he had to
go slowly. There was a discoloration on his buttock, where Glen had
swatted it. Other interested folks crowded around, impeding his
progress and running their hands all over him. They discussed how warm
he must be, covered in rubber from the waist up. He had to give several
more demonstrations of his bell-ringing abilities. New arrivals were
drawn to him.
From behind Marisol, a male voice said, "So glad to have you back with
us, dear."
She turned toward the tall handsome man who had addressed her. "I had
to return, if only to see you, Jackson. This is quite a gathering you
put together."
"Yes. A lot of members of our group from outside the immediate area
have come. The turnout makes me proud to be the head of this
organization."
Marisol told him, "And I'm glad for all the help you gave me with my
reluctant husband. That was quite a trick, convincing Frank to let me
show up, unescorted."
Jackson said, "I promised him that I'd keep an eye on you, pretty lady."
He linked his arm with hers. "All night long, if necessary."
They gazed into each other's eyes. She said, "I'd like that."
"At the moment, however, I need to check up on our newest involuntary
member. Will you three help me with Fluff?"
"Gladly," said Glen, the other two agreeing with him.
They went to where the serving sissy was having his ear licked by an
effeminate man, while cringing but not doing anything to escape the
unwanted attention. When his earlobe was bitten, Fluff made a
distressed sound from behind the gag.
Jackson said to the ear-nipper, "Hello, Andre. How do you like our new
plaything?"
"Oh, oh, oh," he gushed. "This sweetie is simply delicious. I could
spend an hour just lapping those legs."
"Well," Jackson said, "that can be arranged, but not right now."
Andre held up the large shoulder bag he carried. "Could I maybe use one
of my toys on her?" He rummaged around inside the copious carrier and
came out with a fat butt-plug. "Like this?"
Jackson considered that. "Hmm. Fluff did have an enema before she was
put to work, so shutting off her rear exit wouldn't be a problem. She
hasn't been broken in yet, so you'd have to be careful with her
backside-bullseye."
Taking a jar that filled his hand from the bag, Andre explained, "I have
some custom lube here. It's not the kind that burns. Instead, it's
full of spices that irritate the sensitive inner tissues, a reaction
that keeps going for hours and hours."
An interested crowd had encircled them. Jackson said that he wouldn't
want to disappoint so many avid observers, so it would be okay for Andre
to plug the pink pansy. Glen took the tray from the gloved fingers,
while Andre opened the jar and jammed the business end of the plug into
the creamy stuff.
Andre told Fluff, "Bend over, sweet-cheeks. Daddy wants to fill you
up."
Fluff let out a muffled whimper. As he assumed the position, the back
of his brief stiff skirt stood up vertically. Andre giggled and set the
rounded head of the plug against the tight entrance. He gave a shove,
which was answered by Fluff's groan, but couldn't achieve penetration.
"Oh," said Andre theatrically. "I need a big strong man to push this
in. Who will volunteer?"
From the crowd stepped a beefy fellow in leather lederhosen and short
boots. He had a short beard and buzzcut dark hair. Wordlessly, he took
over for Andre. The brute probably could have sent the penetrator all
the way in with one push, but instead made a show of it, while
maximizing Fluff's suffering and humiliation. Plenty of sounds came
from the other side of the sissy's gag. At last, the sex toy was in
place, where it would stay until someone mercifully extracted it. From
Fluff's nostrils, not covered by his mask, came sniffling. The man who
had done the plug shoving, rewarded himself by pawing Fluff's bottom and
even his hairless balls.
When Fluff began to fidget, Andre announced, "Oh, goody. That cream has
gone to work. Somebody's going to have an irritated bunghole for hours
and hours and hours." He tittered and clapped his hands, before pairing
up with the rough type who had assisted him and moving off. They went
to that loveseat in the corner, to put on a public display of their own.
Glen gave the tray back to Fluff, whose hands trembled. His rump
twitched from the spice-induced discomfort.
Jackson said, "Your tray is almost empty, Fluff. Go back and get it
refilled. I'm sure those last few snacks will get grabbed before you
reach the kitchen."
Fluff gave an almost imperceptible nod. The host put his arm around
Marisol's waist and drew her close. Through the eyeholes of the sissy's
mask, a new form of unease could be detected. Jackson gave the tray-
bearer's bottom a playful slap, hitting the side previously unmarked.
With both cheeks pinked, Fluff minced toward the door alongside the bar.
His progress was impeded as partiers halted him to snatch up the final
tidbits, and to push on the visible portion of his rosebud-reamer. He
at last vanished behind the door.
Marisol looked up at Jackson. "I have to thank you again for persuading
my husband to let me come here solo."
"I'm happy I could do it. After all, arriving with no male partner,
you're available to me."
"Isn't that convenient? I don't know how you talked him into he and I
having an open marriage."
"I suppose it was just my natural charm," the tall man joshed. "And my
way with words."
"Mm hm." She cuddled against him. "I plan to take full advantage of my
new status, concerning variable fidelity."
Jackson cupped her chin in his broad palm, to tilt back her head. She
closed her eyes and parted her lips. Their mouths met and stayed that
way while they shared an intimate kiss. Fluff reappeared from the
kitchen, with a freshly loaded tray. Word of his accessibility had
spread, and he was quickly boxed in by bodies, with hands exploring his
smooth exposed lower half. He squirmed under the constant touching,
especially when those doing it were guys. His bell rang nonstop. Under
the mask, his face was slick with perspiration. Sweat burned his eyes.
His back and chest and underarms were very wet. His butthole itched
terribly. Wearing the heels had begun to make his calves ache. A man
in a leather vest and pants, his hairy chest bare, fastened his mouth
onto Fluff's neck. His licking and sucking soon escalated to using his
teeth. Before he was done, he had left several love bites on either
side, and reduced Fluff to a mass of quivering nerves. As the sissy was
allowed to continue on his serving rounds, he again found himself with
Jackson and Marisol, with his tray empty.
The head man of the event hooked his arm though Marisol's and used his
free hand to grip Fluff's wrist. He walked them back to the bar, where
he took the tray and handed it over. Then they went in the door,
through the kitchen, where he was warmly greeted, and into a wide
corridor. That led to stairs, up which they went, Fluff ascending with
care, because of his heels.
Leading them into a space that had a desk and computer, and was plainly
meant for business, Jackson stated, "This is my office. Behind it is
the suite where I live." He asked Marisol, "Would you like to see it?"
"Absolutely," she said, making the word sound seductive.
Fluff stiffened all over. Jackson, still clasping his wrist, towed him
along. The living space was luxurious, complete with a king-size,
canopied bed. He released Fluff.
To the sissy, he said, "I'd like you to stay here, in case we need
anything. You don't mind, do you?"
Through the hollow gag, Fluff made a noise of protest. Ignoring that,
Jackson walked him to the footboard of the bed. He took a spring-
operated clip with sharp points and opened it, then fitted into Fluff's
nose, before letting it snap shut. The prisoner instinctively tried to
remove it, but with his hands restrained by the rubber outfit, he
couldn't reach the painful pincers. There was a thin silver chain
attached to the base of the bed. Jackson fixed it to the nose-ring.
Fluff was left bent forward, looking at the expanse of the oversized
bedspread, with his bare bum jutting out. His useless fingers flexed
and relaxed, over and over, as if he could accomplish something with
them. Standing alongside the bed, the enamored couple embraced and
kissed. They began to undress each other. Fluff shook his head, with
his stymied voice rising and falling wordlessly.
Marisol complained, "That chastity pansy is making so much noise all of
a sudden."
"I don't know what's gotten into the pathetic creature," Jackson said.
"It's as if he thinks he has some claim on you and doesn't want us to do
what comes naturally."
"What can we do about such a poor attitude?"
"I have just the thing to drive home a message of silent obedience."
He opened the bedstand and took out a rubber paddle. Fluff's eyes
widened. He was suddenly very still. The noises of objection were
replaced by a low whine, which suggested pleading, though it was hard to
be sure what that filled mouth was trying to articulate. Marisol
removed Jackson's jacket and shirt, revealing a well-developed physique.
He slapped the paddle meaningfully against his open hand. Fluff tensed.
Then the tall man took up a position behind the cowering sissy.
Marisol told him, "I don't want to be meaner than necessary to our new
friend, but you'll be doing Fluff a favor if you make sure he
understands the way things are now."
"I agree wholeheartedly. The bitch has to be taught a lesson that won't
be forgotten."
Frank's wife licked her lips. "Start educating him, Jackson."
The paddle flashed through the air and there was a loud crack. Fluff
lurched, pulling on his nose-ring. Blazing pain ignited his nether
cheeks. He tried to wail through the gag, with limited success. Tears
welled up in his eyes and ran down the face-covering. The paddle flew
repeatedly. Fluff's body jerked with every blow. His bottom changed
color, darkening until it was bright red. Only then did Jackson relent.
Marisol's attention was on Fluff as she finished undressing herself.
Soon her desirable body was fully bared. Her partner got naked the rest
of the way. Unmistakably, he was equipped to deliver sexual
satisfaction. If any doubt remained, it would have been dispelled as he
eased the married woman onto the bed and gave her pleasure for the next
hour. The twosome was loud and animated, with Fluff forced to witness
every one of those sixty minutes. The air became redolent with the
scents of copulation. Finally, when it was over, they lay side by side,
holding hands while their breathing slowed to normal.
Fluff had no choice but to remain where he was, in his shameful costume,
his true face hidden. He was sore in so many places. The hurt in his
bottom cheeks had sunk deeper into the abused tissues. The plug still
stretched him, whatever it was coated with causing endless annoyance.
His nose throbbed. His calves wouldn't stop protesting. He was
thoroughly beaten.
"You know," Marisol told Jackson, "I'm only sorry Frank couldn't have
participated in all this."
"We might have been able to convert him to our way of thinking."
"Maybe he could have gotten into the whole cheating wife fantasy."
"A bossy type like him would really take a big fall, being turned into a
cuckold."
The satiated woman locked eyes with Fluff. "If my husband were here
with us right now, I wonder what we would say to him."
"I'd tell him that I was giving his wife a full membership in our group,
for free, with no expiration date, and me as her personal sponsor."
"I hope that would please him."
Jackson went on, "And he now has a lifetime membership, too. I'm sure
that, with the right attitude, he could become a valued asset around
here."
"That's so thoughtful of you. And generous." She smirked at Fluff.
"If only Frank was in the room with us at this minute."
That was when Jackson used a remote to dim the lights, and the lovers
took a well-earned nap. Fluff watched their contented sleep, his mind
full of what had happened to him, and what was yet to come.
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