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The club was hopping tonight. The rhythmic beats from the high tech sound system could be felt outside. Jenny closed her eyes and leaned against the warm concrete wall. Tonight she would give her body wholly; not just on a casual level, but on every level. Tonight she would be his. Dressed exactly as her master instructed, her latex skirt was short enough that when she bent over, her entire ass made an appearance. Jenny?s breasts were encased in a leather bra that had no cups, leaving the heavy globes bare. The cool evening air danced over her brown nipples, hardening them to stiff points. Her short jacket did nothing to conceal her excitement, only drawing attention. He had made it clear that there would be no boundaries tonight. Nervous to the point of jitters, she shifted her stance slightly, causing her to wobble a bit. Her 7in spiked stilettos made it hard to walk, much less balance. She searched the crowd for her master, growing more anxious as the leather clad crowd stared curiously in her direction. Finally, she saw him. Dressed entirely in black, his long legs were encased in leather pants, and a strappy leather harness clutched his strong chest. Her master?s handsome features were hidden by a mask that covered his face from nose up. He was unidentifiable; where she was entirely identifiable. He strode up to her and inspected her appearance. ?Very nice?except the jacket. Take it off,? he said, Şişli escort bayan quietly. Not wanting to disappoint, she shrugged out of the small coat and stood before him; very scantily dressed. ?Better. Follow me,? he instructed. She started to follow him inside, when Master stopped abruptly. The message in his dark brown eyes was one of disapproval. Jenny, stomach in knots, searched her brain, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. Master cleared his throat and glanced down to the side walk. ?Oh! I?m so sorry,? she hurriedly said, dropping to her knees. She kept her eyes focused on the ground below her; acutely aware that her skirt had rode up around her waist. Master walked around behind her and kicked her legs further apart, making it clear that she was to crawl into the club with her legs open. Jenny waited, until she felt his gloved hand tangle itself into her long hair. He guided her by the hair through the open doors and into the pumping atmosphere of the dark club. They weaved through the crowd of people. Although not blindfolded, her sense of sight was limited, having not obtained the permission to look around. She could hear the loud music, sounds of flesh being struck, and the low moans of pleasure combined with pain. The scent of fresh cum and pussy filled her nose, as they got closer to the moaning. Master gently pulled her upright by tugging Escort Sultangazi on her hair. Jenny?s senses reeled. Before her and on the stage was the source of the moaning. A petite, blonde haired woman was bent over a low standing table with her face buried between a sultry, black woman?s toned thighs. Jenny could see the blonde?s tongue lapping up and down the other woman?s slick pussy, but the moaning was not coming from the black woman. It was coming from the blonde herself. As she sucked and slurped the other woman?s pussy, a very well-endowed and heavily muscled black man was sliding his cock in and out of her once tight ass. As Jenny watched the show unfold, her pussy grew heavy and wet. She wanted nothing more than to be on that stage, having that giant cock pound her ass until it was just as loose and slack as the blonde?s. She looked up at Master, who was looking down at her, watching her reaction. ?Come, my love. Let?s get you ready,? he said. She obediently followed him down another hall and into a large room with glass walls. He stood her up and stripped her naked. Guiding her to a table in the middle of the room, he hoisted her onto the flat top. Jenny peered over his broad shoulder at the growing amount of people crowding around the glass walls to peer inside. Oblivious to the audience, Master buckled her knees into straps hanging from the ceiling Taksim escort by heavy duty chains. Next, he cuffed her wrists together and hooked them to another chain directly above her. She watched him place leather cuffs around her ankles, securing them snuggly to her knees by a short chain. He, then, hoisted her upwards, until she dangled from the ceiling. Unable to extend her legs, Jenny panicked. She started to struggle against the bonds. ?Easy, my love. Relax. You know your safe word,? Master whispered in her ear. Jenny forced herself to relax, as Master hoisted her knees upward by a separate chain. She closed her eyes and envisioned what she looked like. She saw her naked body dangling from the ceiling with her legs wide open. She knew that everyone watching could see her pink pussy meat glistening in the low light, and just knowing that made her even wetter. A drop of her cream tickled its way down her puffy, hairless lip. It hung onto her slick flesh a moment before splashing onto the table. She felt Master move away from her back; cool air danced across her back. She looked out at the sea of hungry eyes watching her. She felt beautiful; desirable. ?You ready, my love?? Master asked. ?Yes, sir,? she answered. ?Well, then,? he countered, before slapping her ass sharply with a crop. Jenny squealed loudly. Master moved to her left side, staying out of the way so that the crowd could see everything. He attached a sharp metal clamp to her left pussy lip, and then her right one, and with a very short, thin chain, he hooked each clip to her ankle strap, opening her cunt wide. Her dark, pussy hole gaped open. Satisfied with his work, Master grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly to him.