Juliette in (Public) Disgrace! (Real)

So I was allowed to go to Exodus with Sir A, as long as I followed a specific order from Master… He ordered me to find a willing guy, whose cock I could suck. This struck a bit of a cord with me, as much as it’s been in my fantasies, but I’ve never actually played with a stranger before. But Sir promised he would look after me, and make sure nothing go out of hand.

Nerves kicked in as we got closer to Exodus, not only for Master’s order, but also for the fact this was home to the Cellar that Sir had told me so much about. He said a while ago about how it would be stupid for me to be alone with him in there, as he would want to beat the shit outta me!

First things first Sir gave me a tour of the place, showing me around all the rooms, a great selection of well equipped play rooms, bedrooms and a social space with food.

Sir took me down to the cellar, the room he was dying for me to see, it has to be the grottiest room ever, such a contrast to my pretty dress, and heels. Water on the floor. It reminded me of a real dungeon I went down into, under a castle, very eerie, the table looked like something out of a horror film, with the chains and dirty cuffs. This room felt like a real treat, compared to all the nicer, well finished rooms. All I could think about was being pushed to the wet floor, getting my nice clothes soggy. It was more something for the end of the night, otherwise I would have been walking around freezing for the rest of the night.

Grabbing some chains off the wall, Sir bound my hands above my head to the gate bars, and took some sneaky photos whilst we were alone. I could feel his fists digging into my sides and stomach, threatening me, before going for a punch..

He got more chains to go round my waist, and ankles, making my movement less. Getting the camera to my face, he was filming my reactions to his harder punches. I probably shouldn’t of suggested him wiping the smile off my face that way, my own fault really. Increasing the intensity with each blow to my tummy felt delicious, and by the last one had succeeded in the smile temporarily hiding away.

Later on in the night Sir bound my arms behind me, squished my tits out of my dress, and proceeded to get out clover clamps with weights and a latex glove. Sir was happy he found a suitable place for me to offer myself, as the cock sucking whore I am, we were near to the toilets, the area was public, with a constant flow of human traffic, but not so public that would be unsuitable for this type of play.

Ordering me to kneel with my knees apart, he bought his new rocks close to my cunt, as if he was lining up for a kick, then bailed saying “You know I wouldn’t kick you, don’t you?”, I replied fast with an honest “No Sir, I don’t think that you never would!”

He wanted my head back, eyes shut, I obliged even though I really wanted to see him, what was he doing, what was he getting…. I could feel him writing on my forehead, then cheeks, although he wouldn’t say what he wrote. Next the it was the nose hook, up it went, and back my head went, so he could secure it above me. Still needing to keep my eyes closed and mouth open, he took some sneaky photos, before unzipping and putting his cock into my open mouth, I licked and sucked as much as I could, the nose hook made it interesting though, think it helped him to keep my mouth open better, so he could ram my throat, whilst causing me extra discomfort.

The clover clamps went on, but didn’t stay on for long, he knows I struggle with them, in yet he still tries to push me with them! He fingered fucked me roughly and sweetly, my cunt was extremely wet! He took off the latex glove, and stuffed it inside me, I kept it in for the rest of our time at Exodus.

Letting me up he suggested that I should get away from him while I still could, I have to admit that even though we were in a play club, I felt embarrassed to have my arms tied, nipples out and writing on my face, I wasn’t in the fleeing mood, well, that all change when I saw he got out the zapper. Waving it at me, I strutted off with my head down.

I could feel eyes on me as I was walking past people, a quick check behind showed he was starting to follow me, with the zapper, I turned course, trying the best I can to walk fast in heels, opening doors with hands behind my back was a challenge but not impossible. Losing him for a second I darted into a bedroom, hid behind a metal beam, although he found me fast, but still let me go.

His steps were getting faster, I abandoned my shoes to move quicker and easier, this did seem to be causing amusement to others in the club, I half expected to be grabbed by a random and handed back to Sir, didn’t happen though, I found out later that he had actually asked people to grab me if I went past, but no one had the balls!

Somehow I managed to sneak past him in the corridor, I couldn’t believe I had managed to creep by un noticed, part of me thought he had actually seen me, I kept checking behind, and he still hadn’t turned around, so I went back into the bedroom. Trying to hide behind the curtain, I realised my feet were showing, I got out and went to check for him, still no sign. I decided to see if there was space for me to fit under the bed, hurrah! There was, so I kneeled down, got myself face to the floor and very awkwardly shuffled myself under on my front, giving my nipples mild carpet burn.

No sooner had I vanished myself completely I saw Sirs feet as he entered the room, shit! If he walked round he would of probably seen the bed covers still moving as they settled! My heart was pounding, I thought I was done for, but victory for me, as he left the room, phew, I could breathe again.

A few minutes past, perhaps about 10 minutes, I’m not sure, 2 guys and a girl entered the bedroom and shut the door. Oh my! This was like one of those funny scenes from a film where someone is hidden under the bed, while others starting fucking! I debated staying quiet, and even perhaps surprising them part the way through, but then you never know if they might have been angry, so I piped up.. “Before you guys start doing too much, you should know that I am under the bed!”

I very much scared them, and heard the girl let out a little scream! We were all laughing, I explained that I was hiding from Sir, and that he had already checked the room a few minutes before. They didn’t mind me being there, but after a few minutes I was concerned that my excellent hiding skills may have caused a concern, so I shuffled out from under the bed, and saw the 3 for the first time. She asked what was written on my face, I explained that I didn’t know, and asked if they would tell me what I had been running round the club with…. ‘Cock Whore’!

I came out and found Sir, he was surprised and wondered where my excellent hiding place was, I told him where and what happened, and both found it really funny.

He started to advance on me, I ran down the hall, and into a room which wasn’t for play, it was very dark, I turn round as he shut the door, grabbed me then dragged me back out to where I had been sucking his cock.

We attracted some attention of someone who worked at Exodus, Sir made me tell him why I was there. I feeling shy about speaking, then the promoter also stopped by. Sir told me to go away, and kneel further away from them, I felt like I was on show. Images of Public Disgrace were running through my head, as I was told to say loudly and clearly why I was there… “My Master sent me here to suck a cock” I think this will definitely go down as one of the finest points in my life!

This seemed to please them, and also more people were interested in how this was going to pan out for me. Sir was talking to them about me, almost like I wasn’t even there. He even suggested to show them the video of me getting pissed on the night before, I begged him not too.

Each time new people stopped by, Sir was ordering me to tell them why I was there, I wondered if my shyness would ever go, but it hung around, making me only want to peep up for little looks, and each time I did, I saw new faces staring back at me. Eventually one guy said he would be willing to help me carry out my order, when he came back he saw I had a condom. Not that I like sucking with a condom on, but as it was a stranger, it seemed the safest way to carry this out. Unfortunately he was not so willing. Sir and I were not going to budge on this, so we called it quits there. Shame really, particularly as I saw him wanking later, and it was a pretty big cock, and I think I would have pleasantly struggled to blow him.

I hadn’t realised until Sir started to untie me that my arms were hurting, I think I had been tied for at least an hour. We had a little cuddle, then went to the cellar.

We spent some time seeing a young girl getting beaten very hard by an American Dom. He seemed intent on breaking her, not much pleasure coming her way at all, just massive amounts of punching, and hitting with various looking weapons that made the usual cane look easy! I think I must be twisted, as this extreme beating was getting me so turned on, it was making me jealous, I wanted to be her, and I wanted the Dom to be Sir!

We were among the last to leave. I think this had to of been one of the best nights out I have had in a very long time. As we were driving back through the city, we saw all the pub/club goers out on the street, and thinking, I bet we had a far better night than they did.


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