1. The Slime Pit at The O Club


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Humiliation, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    pole above her said “Payment required: 40.” “Why 40?” she asked Kelly who was now standing alongside the pole with Tawana and Julie. “That’s 10 for failing the bannister ride challenge,” said Kelly. “And ten for my membership dues,” added Tawana. “And ten for my membership dues,” said Julie. “And of course, 10 for mine,” finished Kelly. “Why am I paying your dues?” Sally asked. Her voice was somewhat shaky as her body moved closer to her first orgasm on the pole. “Because you are our blue band girl,” answered Kelly. Julie stepped in front of her and explained, “The blue wrist band indicates that you are a sex slave– our sex slave. That extra section that you signed is a slave contract that is legal in this and three other states. You can probably go to a lawyer and have the slave contract revoked, but the rest of the paperwork says that, regardless, you would still be liable for twelve month’s club dues for each of us.” “You mean I have to come back with you and ride the pole for 30 orgasms every month?” Sally shuddered out as the first orgasm overtook her. “That’s what it means,” answered Kelly. “As long as I can have enough of the blue stuff,” Sally slurred back, “I think I can handle that.” “It has nothing to do with the blue stuff, honeybuns,” said Tawana with a grin. “You can ...
    handle it because you are a naturally submissive slut, and you have wanted to be our sex slave ever since we first met.” Sally gave a guttural moan as the saddle again came to life and the pole once more began moving up and down. “The blue band special,” Julie said with a big smile, “is just 7-up with a little blue food coloring in it... nothing else. The club won’t allow alcohol to be served to sex-slaves. That way a girl can’t say she was drunk and didn’t know what she was doing. If you are wearing a blue slave’s wristband, all they will serve you is blue 7-up.” “So there were no herbs making me act like a wild, sex-starved, slut-slave?” Kelly laughed. “Nope. Nothing but a small glass of 7-up and blue food coloring.” “So, that means I’m just a natural born slut-slave that you girls have forced out of the closet?” asked Sally with what looked like an expression of concern on her face. “Yes,” the three girls answered in unison. Sally looked like she was thinking very hard, or trying very hard to think. Then her face changed and she giggled. With an even loopier grin on her face she began humping herself more strongly against the vibrating saddle and said, “I think I can handle that even better.” = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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