Chapter 2A "The Club"

We were at the ticket booth. Pamela asked if we should get tickets to the clubhouse or general admission. I told Pamela that I like to stand by the rail near the finish line, but if she preferred we could watch the races from the seats in the Clubhouse. Pamela gave Caroyln just a little slap on the ass and she jumped. Pamela smiled and said she didn't think that Carolyn wanted to sit right now. It was settled, we would stand at the rail. By time we got to the track it was fourth race.

We had already missed the first daily double. Pamela asked how to bet. I said that for beginners the best bet is to play chalk. That is bet the favorites. We got one of those tout sheets that predicted the best horses in each race and made our picks from there. I wanted Pamela to win fast, so without caring about the actual payoff, I played the three favorites to place. Pamela sent me with Carolyn to the betting window. Just before heading off, Pamela jokingly said, "Don't lose her". I asked what if she should decide to runaway? Pamela quickly said "I'd owe her $105,000.00 and she would take payment in personal services" .

With that thought in mind we headed off to the betting windows. I guess the aphrodisiac was starting to take effect because half way to the betting windows Carolyn started to breath hard. By the time we reached the betting line Carolyn was in the throes of an orgasm. The combination of the "figg" and the dildos would make sure that Carolyn would experience a number of explosions before the afternoon was over. Standing on line, I watched Carolyn closely. She appeared to be thrilled just to be at the track again. I asked if she was mad at me for punishing her in the limo and her reaction was planting a big wet kiss on my lips. Carolyn said, "That she was having a great time with me". That she loved the way I handled her in the limo and I needed only to concentrate on enjoying myself. Carolyn said she needed to punished for her misbehavior at the bar and I gave her exactly what she deserved. We bought the tickets and headed back to the rail.

Sure enough Carolyn popped again on the way back. Within a minute the horses were at the starting gate. In the stretch we had the two lead horses and easily won our place bet. It paid a whopping $2.60 but Pamela was thrilled that we won. This time I told Pamela to take Carolyn to cash in the winning ticket. When Pamela returned I saw a red faced Carolyn.

Pamela said the slut creamed at least three times and on the last orgasm Carolyn moaned loud enough to attract attention of several men. Pamela smiled and said, "You can't take a slut out in public without her embarrassing you".

The afternoon was going great. We had won some of races and lost some races, but we were ahead. In seventh race, we wheeled the quinella. We bet the prohibitive favorite in combination with every other horse in the race. If the favorite finished first or second we would win. At the stretch, our favorite was locked into a neck and neck battle with the long shot. The jockeys' began to whip their horses on their flanks. Pamela literally began jumping with joy. She loved the way the jockeys were handling their horses. As the horses drew closer to the finish you could hear the crowd react. The bettors at the rail were jumping and screaming and so was Carolyn, except Carolyn had moved against my hip and was rubbing herself into a wild orgasm. We had won and quinella and it paid a handsome $84.50. I said lets skip betting on the eighth race and use all our money on the triple in the ninth race. We decided that each one of us would pick a horse. I picked the number one horse. Pamela liked the number six horse. Carolyn couldn't resist

taking the number nine horse. Pamela just rolled her eyes and said, "What do expect from a slut". This time I sent Pamela alone to the betting windows and stayed with Carolyn. That might have been a mistake. Carolyn was hot. She began to rub against me and whispering the most erotic suggestions in my ear. She wanted me to beat her ass and fuck her with all my might. If we had been alone, I would been on top of her like flies on horse manure. I was starting to get embarrassed, but Carolyn acted like there was no watching. Finally I had to pull her off of me and threaten to tell Pamela if she didn't cease. Carolyn reluctantly backed off and it was a good move. If she had continued I would have come in my pants in front of all these bettors. Pamela returned with one ticket. She bet $100.00 on 169. I almost died.

I told Pamela she was supposed to box the triple. Bet all three combinations so it didn't matter in what order our three horses finished, as long as they all three finished in the money. Pamela asked how Carolyn behaved. I didn't answer. Pamela knew and said Carolyn would be soundly punished for her vulgar displays at the track this afternoon. The ninth race was about to start. We were standing at the rail by the finish line when the horses took off out of the starting gate.

In the backstretch the leaders were six and nine. You could hear the bettors calling out "sixty-nine". Our one horse was in fourth but starting to make its move. Around the turn and into the head of the stretch six and nine were leading the pack and pulling away. At that point I saw the jockey use his whip on the number one horse. Pamela must have been watching also because she began at once to shout at the top of her lungs, "Whip that horse, Use the Whip, Make the Horse Feel the Whip". Pamela was obvious enjoying watching the jockey beat his horse. In a minute all three jockeys had gone to the whip to encourage their steeds to victory. Pamela continued to extort the jockeys to wield their crops. I heard a man next to me say, "Wild Lady" pointing at Pamela. Pamela was lost in the excitement. She was in the seventh heaven. It was a great stretch run and at the wire the number one finished first. We had won the triple. In the excitement Carolyn had been rubbing against me again and brought herself off to two more orgasms. I was in shock. The triple paid $243.00 for each $2.00 bet. Our winning ticket was worth more then $1,200.00. We went to the window and collected our winnings. Pamela took all the money and put in my pants pocket and thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. She then turned a gave me a particular arousing kiss. Pamela asked if I had enjoyed the afternoon too. I said it was one of the greatest afternoons I ever had. Pamela said, "If you think this afternoon was great, just wait to see what awaits you tonight at the club".

Pamela again used her cellular phone to summon the limousine. It was waiting for us at the VIP entrance. At this point I was overwhelmed with excitement. I was having the time of my life. I couldn't even fantasize a better scenario. I was with two beautiful women who seemed bent on meeting all my desires. If this was "Roissy Society" idea of fantasy, I wanted to enlist at least at this moment.

We got into the limousine and Pamela ordered the driver to take us to the club. You could see that Pamela's mood had changed again. She turned to Carolyn and began to scream at her for behavior at the race track. Pamela asked if Carolyn had suggested to me the way she wanted to be treated in the limo. I candidly replied, "She wanted me to whip on the ass and fuck her" Pamela just laughed and said, "So the slut wants to have fun, she's not going get her way.

Anyway I want you to conserve all your energy for the club". Pamela reached down and got the plastic container with the "figgs" again. You could see Carolyn become very nervous. Pamela said that she was going to insert two "figgs" up her ass and chain her down on the floor of the limo so she could stew in her own juices until we got to the club.

Pamela said that with three figs up her ass, Carolyn would be the horniest bitch in the club. Pamela got Carolyn to lay over my lap again. Pamela said this time after she inserts the "figgs" up her ass, throw her down on the floor and hold Carolyn still while she chained her down. Pamela remained me again to hold on tight to Carolyn as she rammed the "figgs" up her ass. Then with little ado, Pamela took out a "figg" placed it in the hollow core of the ass dildo and shoved it in. It took all my might to hold Carolyn steady while Pamela inserted the second "figg" and rammed it home. By this time Carolyn was struggling and screaming like a madwomen. I throw her down on her back and she flopped around on the floor on the limo like a fish out of water. I jumped on her to hold her down for Pamela to attach the various chains. It took about five minutes, but Carolyn was finally secured on her back across the floor of the limo. She was chained by her hands and feet and with a chain across her belly. Carolyn could not move. Carolyn was still moaning loudly when Pamela again shoved the gag in her mouth. Pamela then exposed Carolyn's breasts and loins. Pamela positioned my shoes over Carolyn's naked tits, while she put her heel on top of the loin strap going through Carolyn's pubes. Pamela said in a couple of minutes the fire in Carolyn's ass would subside, but the need to satisfy her sexual desires would become dreadfully urgent and there was not a thing Carolyn could do to satisfy her need for sexual attention. Pamela seemed quite proud of the position she had placed Carolyn in. It was going to be a long frustrating ride for Carolyn. It would seem like an eternity to Carolyn before we got to the club. At that point, I noticed the ring on Pamela's finger. It was unique. It was big and gold. In the center was a nicely engraved "R" obviously standing for "Roissy Society" but the most interesting feature was the round ridge at came up from the base of the ring. This round ridge looked exactly like a round key. Pamela confirmed that the ring was in fact a key. That only the Mistresses were allowed to possess this type of ring. It was one of the important and treasured possessions of a Mistress. The ring was the only identification recognized the "Roissy Society". That although this ring looked simple it was also highly sophisticated security device. Inside the center of the ring was a computer microchip built into the base of the ring for the purpose of making an electrical connection with the lock. That for any lock to a "Roissy Society" facility to be released, the ridges on the ring must make proper contact with the slot and that the computer microchip must signal to the lock the correct formula. The "Roissy Society" reprograms all the locks and the computer microchips in the rings twice a year and often three times during the year to insure security of the society. I asked if only the Mistresses were given identification rings by the "Roissy Society". Pamela said absolutely not. Every member of the "Roissy Society" has a ring for identification. The rings for the non-Mistresses were exactly the same except their rings instead of having the round ridge had a round slot cut into the base where the ridge would enter. These rings too had a computer microchip built into the ring and was subject to reprogramming. Thus every member the "Roissy Society" was identified, accounted for and secured by the computer microchip. In a emergency the "Roissy Society" could instantously change the formula to every lock so that only those Mistresses with the proper reprogrammed microchip could gain access. Pamela showed me Carolyn's ring. It was exactly the same as Pamela's except that instead of a raised ridge protruding from the base, it had a round slot cut into the base. On Carolyn's ring it was easy to see the small dots where the computer microchip made contact. I was increasing getting the feeling that this fairy tale of the "Roissy Society" might yet be true.

If Carolyn was getting hot, so was I and Pamela sensed it as she took out my dick from pants and began to caress it. Pamela said that the "Roissy Society" maintained two clubs in this area. The club we were going to was the smaller. Pamela said it was "guest" night at the club so it would more subdued then normal. There would be about twenty to thirty Mistresses present and over one hundred sluts. I asked how many men and Pamela said about fifteen to twenty.

That the club itself was private and a secret. The club looked like a warehouse and was located in a commercial neighborhood which was deserted at night. We would enter the building through an underground garage. At no time would we be exposed in public. Before entering the club, we would have put on party masks. All the Mistresses and the Guests would wear masks, but it was optional for the sluts. I asked why Pamela constantly called Carolyn a "slut" and not a "slave". Pamela explained that slaves are held without their consent for the economic and sexual benefit of their owner. Although Carolyn was not free to leave and act as she wanted, she was bond to the "Roissy Society" by her own wishes. In actuality the property or sluts of the "Roissy Society" were prisoners of the own desires. That tonight at the club you see how the sluts behave when allowed to act out their fantasies. The driving force that kept the sluts committed to the "Roissy Society" was the ability to have their wildest sexual desires fulfilled. For that privilege the sluts were willing to give up all their individual rights and privacy to be the property of the "Roissy Society". The money they earned was the sugar which made the medicine go down. Pamela asked if I had ever been to a S & M club before. I said I went once to this place in the city. It was in a basement. It was cold and damp. There must have been fifty guys and five women. All the women wanted to do was to beat the shit out of the men and above all there was "No Sex". It was a complete let down from what I had imagined. Pamela laughed and said that this club was the complete opposite. The women greatly outnumbered the men and the vast majority desired to be used by the males, and as for "SEX", the club was one big orgy. The Mistresses bring their sluts to club to be screwed by other Mistresses, or the "Valets" which are what the men are called by the "Roissy Society", or by other sluts. In fact it was the sluts cavorting with each other that make up most the sexual activity taking place in the club. The club is where the Mistresses allow their sluts to let it all hang out. Allowing a slut to come to the club is a reward for good behavior.

There is of course the opposite. A Mistress would bring her slut to the club to be punished like Carolyn was about to find out. The club offers a semi-public atmosphere in which a Mistress can whip and punish her slut to the delight and encouragement of those present. The Mistresses find that the public punishment at the club lent a good deal of excitement to the Mistress and increased shame and pain to the slut. The club was one of the institutions that kept the "Roissy Society" alive and well. That tonight I would experience scenes I could only have dreamed of but never really imagined to be true. Pamela and I just cuddled together. Pamela kept stroking my cock not to make me come but to keep me excited. The limo trip from the track to the club was the calm before the storm. As I sat next to Pamela, I just let my mind wander and imagine what laid ahead, but even my wildest imagination could not prepare me for the club and the inner workings of the "Roissy Society".

The chauffeur announced that we were pulling up to the entrance of the club and I felt the limo go down a ramp, but I had no idea where we were. Pamela took this hood out and put it over Carolyn's head. It was a full hood that covered Carolyn's head and ended at her neck. There was a cut out for Carolyn's mouth and ears. Carolyn could not see but she could hear and use her mouth. To secure the hood, Pamela attached the collar and locked it on Carolyn's neck. Across the top of the hood it was stenciled, "Property of Mistress Pamela". Carolyn had been moaning throughout the whole trip. You could tell Carolyn was in pain from the unfulfilled sexual desires in her loins. Occasionally Pamela would press her heel into Carolyn's crotch strap and make me press the bottom of my shoes into Carolyn's tits. These actions only caused Carolyn to moan louder and attempt to wriggle in her chains to relieve the incredible sexual itch

she was feeling. Nothing helped as Carolyn was paying the price for her misbehavior at the bar and at the track. The limo finally stopped. Pamela told me she wanted me to help turn Carolyn over on her stomach while attached the handcuffs and leg shackles. In a minute we had Carolyn prepared and were ready to exit the limo again. When we got out, we were in a small underground parking garage. There were at least a dozen other limousines parked there. We

quickly headed for the elevator. Carolyn struggled to keep up, but the leg shackles forced her to take only small steps as Pamela led her forward by the a leash attached to Carolyn's collar. I pulled Carolyn by the arm. When we got to the elevator, there was no button only some kind of round lock. I saw Pamela use her ring to call for the elevator. The when the elevator came, we got in and Pamela again used her ring key to make the elevator raise to a floor. When the elevator door opened, I looked out at the scene before me and I felt like Dorothy when see stepped out of the farm house and saw OZ for the first time. I had dreamed of these places but the club appeared to better then those dreams.

Pamela quickly led Carolyn out by her leash. I stepped more slowly in disbelief, just trying to soak in the scene before me. The club was huge and separated into distinct rooms. I could hear loud music coming from the back room. The club not was packed but nicely populated. Everywhere you looked, there were gorgeous young ladies in some very sexy outfits. It was easy to tell the Mistresses from the sluts. The Mistresses wore party masks. The sluts were either dressed in a hood or open faced. The sluts were dressed like whores. The Mistresses wore conservative attire. I noticed that their was very little leather outfits on display by the Mistresses. Pamela said that most Mistresses won't wear their leathers unless needed for the occasion like a punishment. That further it was "guest" night so that the Mistresses were less inclined to reveal themselves. Pamela added that below this floor was the dungeon or punishment rooms and on that floor the Mistresses were dressed in their full leather regalia. My eyes lit up at the mention of the "dungeon", but Pamela quickly doused those fires when she said, "Only members of the "Roissy Society" can get access to that floor. I scanned the scene quickly for other men and yes they were there. The presence of the men at the club was apparent but limited. As Pamela had said the amount of men in the club were about 15% to 20% of the total people present. Women made up the vast majority of those present in the club. What surprised me about the men was that they were dressed more or less the same. The men wore no top and had no need to. These men obviously worked out and their upper body muscles looked good. The only garment the men wore was a pair of tight leather pants with the crotch cut out that exposed their dicks in a condom like casing. Pamela called them penis pants. They very much showed off the male attribute of the wearer and made it easy to fondle. In fact pants of most of the men showed their cocks to standing at attention. I noticed an odd feature on the back of these pants. There was a small hole cutout in the back of the pants so that a finger could be inserted through the pants and into the ass cheeks. I couldn't help but notice was that the men were literally surrounded by the young ladies or more correctly "sluts". In just a quick scanning of the club, I saw that the sluts were making themselves fully available to the men. I could see that the men were not shy whatsoever about feeling up the physical attributes of the sluts. I noticed at least one slut sucking the dick of the man standing before her. Pamela was right, this club looked like one big orgy. Everywhere I turned I saw the Sluts, the Mistresses and the Valets cavorting. Their were fingers and dicks inside many a pussy and it appeared that everyone was enjoying themselves. Sluts were kissing and fondling each other with abandon. My dick was instantly hard. I wanted to join in the festivities right now. They were several sluts I wanted to fuck immediately. I was like a kid in candy store with one-hundred dollar bill in his hand and I was going to spend every last cent.

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