ROISSY SOCIETY
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 condum 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.
