ROISSY SOCIETY
Chapter 2D "The Club"
When I finally came back to reality, Pamela stepped up
to me and gave me a wonderful delicious kiss. She said "I was
doing her proud and I should take just a little pause to get my
wits backs" One of the barmaids handed me a drink in a shot
glass. It was my favorite, Irish whiskey. Pamela just smiled
she had remembered my choice of liquor from the first time we
met at the hotel bar this afternoon. Was it only earlier in the
day this odyssey begun. It felt like light years ago. I downed
that shot in a second and it was quickly replaced and consumed.
Pamela handed me the beer chaser and moved to calm me down. The
crowd behind was in an uproar. They were enjoying every moment
of watching a newbie orgasm on his first infliction of a public
punishment. I saw several slut couples going down on each
other. I saw that several of the Mistresses had their sluts
under their dresses and were also being serviced. During all
this time the staff slut on her knees before me had not stop
her oral attention to my cock. However instead of sucking she
was using her tongue to lick the very tip of my dick, like a
child with an ice cream cone. I liked this licking very much. I
was now in my afterglow. Pamela was a master of timing. Instead
of having me immediately start whacking away again at Carolyn's
ass, she instead took the paddle from me and put my hands on
the cherry red ass of Carolyn. It was hot. You could feel the
heat the paddling had created. Pamela again produced the bowl
of grease and told to work it deep into Carolyn's skin. As I
started to rub the grease into Carolyn's ass cheeks, Carolyn
became quite agitated. Carolyn was shaking like she had been
during the paddling. I could hear Carolyn loudly whining into
the gag. There was something in the grease that was causing
Carolyn great pain. I would learn later that this grease was
liberally laced with lemon juice and salt crystals to sting and
burn the very sore and active nerve endings in Carolyn's ass
cheeks. Instead of stopping, Carolyn's reaction only spurred me
on. I loved the way I was making her ass shine bright red. I
felt like I was waxing a brand new red sports car. Slowly but
surely I starting to feel sensation in my dick again. It was
not hard yet, but the staff slut could also sense it hardening
because she resumed actively running her lips up and down my
cock. I was back in the saddle again. Now more then ever I was
determined to accomplish the final goal. I was going to get my
cock super hard and then fuck Caroline in the ass for everyone
to see. I was going to show the "Roissy Society" what kind of man I was.
Pamela quickly caught on to my renewed vigor and
handed me back the paddle. Her instructions were clear. I was
start again slowly and continually build up the number and
strength of the whacks of the paddle until I felt my cock super
hard. I was then to stick it in Carolyn's exposed asshole and
fuck away until I orgasmed for the second time. I was to take
my time. Everybody present was enjoying the show, don't rush,
just concentrate on the final goal of your dick exploding deep
in Carolyn's tight ass. I looked around at the crowd and they
all were giving me the thumb's up signal and verbally
encouraging me to make the slut pay for her disobedience of her
Mistress. You could tell that nobody was walking out on this
show. With renewed energy I recommenced the paddling of
Carolyn's ass. This time I was very calm. I didn't feel I had
to prove anything anymore. I just started to calmly whack away
at that beautiful red ass swaying before me chained to the bar.
The first stroke sounded good again. But this time I was going
to take my time between each stroke. I even started to rub the
paddle on Carolyn's ass before each stroke. The audience liked
this new approach and let their approval be heard. The smacks
clearly were having their effect on Carolyn. Unlike the first
set, Carolyn was not pretending to be brave at all. By the
fifth slap of the paddle Carolyn was expressing her pain
through the movement of her ass and the high pitch screech
escaping the gag. This time I was unaffected by Carolyn's
reaction. I had drifted into a world of my own. The only thing
that mattered was the feeling in my cock and it was starting to feel good again.
I was back in a rhythm. It was much slower then the
first time, but a lot more steady. I could see the rhythm had
rubbed off on Carolyn. She wasn't jerking her ass but moving it
in a steady movement left and right. At this point I noticed I
had not worked the soft underside of Carolyn's ass cheeks. I
now varied my strokes from a frontal assault to a underhand
swing. I think this new tack caught Carolyn off guard. With
this steady underhand swing, Carolyn started to buck her ass
out like she fucking the bar. The problem with this new motion
was that it brought the spikes of the pain dildo into play.
When she weaved left to right the spikes of the pain dildo
didn't move much in the vaginal canal, but when she started
this coital movement, the spikes started to move up and down on
her cunt walls. The effect was a scraping of the spikes of the
pain dildo on Carolyn's vaginal canal. Carolyn was caught in a
bind. Did cease all movement to escape the tearing up of her
cunt and allow the underside of her ass cheeks to get toasted
or did move to dissipate the pain of the paddling. Carolyn took
the only reasonable choice. She would endure the pain on the
underside of her ass and protect the walls of her vagina from
being torn. All of sudden Carolyn just stopped in her tracks.
Again I felt challenged to dictate the terms of her punishment.
I started to truly attack the overhang of Carolyn's ass cheeks.
With strong and steady underhanded strokes I began assault the
underside of Carolyn's ass. Within several strokes I could see
that this area was turning the same bright red as exhibited by
her upper ass cheeks. It took several more strokes but Carolyn
could no long resist the need to buck out her ass with each
impact of the paddle on her underside ass cheeks. Once I got
the advantage and I pressed it. Within a minute Carolyn bucking
and screaming as if she was being fucked by a red hot poker. I
think that even Pamela got worried that I as a novice I might
go to far and really damage Carolyn's cunt. She pulled my arm
away and told me to go back to the upper cheeks. I wasn't
upset. In fact I gained new respect for Pamela. She clearly
never lost her cool. She wanted Carolyn to feel real pain but
not real damage. This was the "Roissy Society" code, make them
hurt, make them regret their disobedience but never permanently damage them.
I was at this time deep into working my dick hard
again. I would now concentrate on the summits of Carolyn's
beautiful ass cheeks. My plan was to be ready to fuck Carolyn
up the ass with a dozen more whacks of the paddle. I would take
my time but rear back and hit her hard with every stroke. I
would make sure the impact of every smack of the paddle was
deeply felt by Carolyn. I pulled my arm way back and brought
the paddle down with the hardest wallop of the evening.
Carolyn's head shot up and I saw the little hairs on her neck
stick straight up. All of a sudden I felt my dick start to
raise to attention. My plan was working. I gently began
caressing the summit of Carolyn's ass cheek. The crowd was
amused but I don't think Carolyn was feeling too joyful. All
through the caressing of Carolyn ass cheeks by the paddle, I
could see the quivering of Carolyn's ass muscles and her steady
drone into her gag. After about a minute of caressing, I
brought the next stroke down. It absolutely sounded like a
rifle shot. I actually saw the ass compress. Carolyn banged her
pussy in to the front of the bar. I knew the spikes of the pain
dildo had to have made contact with Carolyn's vaginal walls
upon this bumping of her cunt into the bar. Needless to say
Caroline quickly stuck her ass out. I think Pamela was worried
I was getting too carried away. Pamela wanted her slut punished
not ruined. Pamela first took the head of the stuff slut and by
her hair began forcing her to work her mouth deeper and faster
on my cock. I think the staff slut got the message real fast
because she jumped into overdrive and began to quickly work her
mouth up and down my cock. Pamela then motioned for me to
quicken my strokes with the paddle under the theory if I worked
faster I might not be able to hit so hard. I got the hint and
just started to whack away without caring about the intensity
or location. At this time all I wanted was to get hard. As I
quickened the use of the paddle on Carolyn's ass, I also
increased the movement of my dick in and out of the staff
slut's mouth. Pamela was pulling out all the stops. As I
whacked away at her slut's ass, Pamela pulled my pants down to
my upper thighs. The underpants followed quickly. Pamela now
grabbed a hold of my balls and starting to give them a gentle
squeeze. The observers loved this new direction and I could
hear them come alive with cat calls. I too got into this new
sexual sensation. I don't know actually how more smacks of the
paddle it took to get fully erect but it happened very quickly.
In a moment I felt the juices flowing and I didn't want to take
a chance that I might go off again in the staff slut's mouth.
As I got harder, Carolyn's asshole seemed to get larger and
larger. I was about lodge my prick into that very red and very inviting ass.
I gave Carolyn one good last whack and in a split
second I was on top of her like hounds on a fox. The large oval
separating Carolyn's ass cheek was like a homing device. I got
my prick right through the oval and right on top of Carolyn's
asshole. With one great big push I was in and lodged in
Carolyn's ass up to my balls. I couldn't believe how easy it
was. I thought it was the hot oil and grease. I would find out
later that the "Roissy Society" expands the asshole of every
slut during training so as to accommodate the penetration of
their asshole by the "Roissy Society" members. When I learnt
that the same expansion regiment was also practiced on the
"Valets" in training, I realized there was lot more about the
"Roissy Society" I was going to learn and experience. I started
to pump away. Carolyn was not an eager partner at first. Every
time I pushed in, the spikes of the pain dildo in Carolyn's
cunt let their presence be felt. As along as Carolyn remained
relatively still the spikes would only prick the surface of the
vaginal wall but not puncture it. Carolyn wasn't about to test
how far so could move without being punctured by the spikes in
her cunt. The trouble with Carolyn's plan of action to remain
relatively still throughout this intercourse was that it was
formed in Carolyn's brain, not in the loins and it was
Carolyn's loins that were under attack. Despite every nerve in
Carolyn's body screaming pain, Carolyn was beginning to enjoy
the plowing of her ass by my driving cock. It in a short time,
the "figgs" were again taking control of Carolyn's senses. The
spikes were being interpreted as pleasure inducers not
inhibitors. Carolyn was transforming the sensations in her cunt
caused by the spikes as a pleasure producing stimulus. While
the spikes on the pain dildo looked gruesome, they were not as
dangerous as they seemed. There were no points on the spikes.
They could only catch the vaginal walls, but totally lacked the
ability to actually puncture the mucous membrane. The "Roissy
Society" loved bringing their sluts to the edge but not over
it. It was a very pleasant surprise when I felt Carolyn join
the fray. She started slowly and in a minute she was a full
partner in the dance. My hands were on her hips banging away at
her ass. Carolyn was matching me thrust for thrust. My total
concentration was on my dick. I had never fucked a woman up the
ass before. It was much tighter. The hot oil certainly
lubricated the narrow passage, but it was not like a woman's
pussy in which nature provides the superior lubrication. It was
different and I could get to like this new spice. I was
drifting into my own private world again, when I heard the
crowd screaming, "Grab Her Tits, Squeeze Her Tits". I then
remembered the special bra. Like a kid with a new toy, I
immediately got my hands around those wonderful tits and
proceeded squeeze the "Charman". Carolyn immediately began
acting like a bronking bronco. In her quest to dislodge my
hands from her breasts she was getting me more excited, but the
best part was yet to come. I was in sexual heaven, but I was
going to reach even a higher level soon.
As I was being transported to sexual bliss, I felt
again a tugging at my pants. Pamela had got behind me and was
pulling my pants down to my ankles. If someone told me twelve
hours before, I would let a woman pull my pants down in front
of forty people while I was in the process of making love, I
might have hit that person. However less then twelve hours
after meeting this stranger named Pamela, she got my pants down
to my ankles along with my boxer shorts and I didn't make a
move to stop her. The strangest part was I didn't care. At that
moment, Pamela probably could have stripped me naked and I
would not have cared. All my energy and my attention was in one
direction, getting my rocks off. I could feel the explosion
building down in my balls but it wasn't there yet and I wasn't
going to let it get away. I renewed my attack both with dick in
Carolyn's ass and my hands on Carolyn's tits. If Carolyn truly
derived pleasure from pain, then she had to be at her peak.
Unfortunately Carolyn at this point was more in pain then in
pleasure. Mistress Pamela had really fixed her good this time,
she was truly being punished and not pleasured. In the middle
of this final assault, I felt an absolutely foreign feeling. A
wet slippery thing was at my asshole. In a second it was
through my anus and in rectum wriggling. Pamela had put some
strange lotion on her finger and stuck it up my ass. Whatever
was in that lotion, it had lit a fire in my balls like I never
felt before. The sensation was like dynamite explosion at a log
jam. All of a sudden the sperm didn't fly out, they were
rocketed out of dick and deep into Carolyn's rectum. During
this orgasm, Pamela had not let up for one second wriggling her
finger up my ass. When the orgasm hit, it was my turn to heard
over the music in the back room. I definitely believe my scream
in ecstasy was much louder then any vocal response the pain had
rendered from Carolyn. Pamela was not about to let me off her
finger hook yet. She had just caught a big fish with her hook
and she enjoyed playing with it. Not only was this orgasm
incredible strong it didn't stop. I felt like I was coming for
about an hour. In actuality in was a good several minutes that
Pamela with her digital prowess kept me locked in the throes of
this orgasm. Pamela promised me the greatest orgasm of my life
and she was right. What was more scary, was the fact that
everything Pamela had said about the "Roissy Society" was
right. I thought I had just tasted the highest level of the
"Roissy Society" fantasy, little did I know I was just at the
bottom wrung. There was a reason why more then three-thousand
sluts and valets were willing to give up their freedom and
privacy to adopt the "Roissy Society" fantasy. I wasn't quite
there yet, but one or two of these orgasms more, I would be the
"Roissy Society" newest recruit.
By the time I had stop coming, all feeling had left my
body. I literally had collapsed on top of Carolyn. My fingers
were still on Carolyn's tits, but there was no energy left to
squeeze. In fact all the energy had been squeezed out of me. I
didn't move until I felt two of the men get their hands under
my chest and ease me off of Carolyn. My dick was still lodged
in Carolyn's ass when the two gentlemen helped me step back.
With their aid I turned around to find Pamela. The moment I
faced the observers, the crowd broke out in thunderous applause
and cheers. For a few minutes it was the bar area that was
loudest portion of the club. For a couple of moments the music
had to take second place to the cheers. I was shocked and
elated. I a novice had performed to the overwhelming applause
of the experts. In the middle of this adulation I looked down
and my pants and underwear were still hanging at my ankles with
my wet shriveled pecker in open view and what's worse I still
didn't care. Pamela was on me in a second. She had her arms
wrapped around me in a bear hug and lips locked to my mouth.
She was going to savior every last second. Pamela could be
proud of herself. Her guest had performed like a trooper. Every
Mistress in the room at this point had to be a little envious.
Mistress Pamela had landed her herself a live one. Every
Mistress takes pride in their ability to maintain discipline
with her sluts, but the thing every Mistress takes the most
pride in was their ability to recruit only the finest of
subjects to embrace the "Roissy Society" fantasy. All those
observers in the bar area, who watched Mistress Pamela's
guest/recruit publicly punish the slut Carolyn, knew that
Mistress Pamela had found a winner. However many an apparent
winner quickly changed into a lost cause as more and more of
the requirements that each member of the "Roissy Society" must
adopt became known to the recruit. Sure enough Mistress Pamela
had hooked the big one, but now can she reel him in.
In the haze of all this excitement Pamela was
whispering in my ear, "You done real good. You have made me
very proud that you are my guest and you have earned your
reward". All of a sudden I felt energy start to transverse my
body again. The reward I been waiting for. What could the
reward be? It had to be a slut. The only problem was the way I
felt now, I didn't know if I could perform again with a slut.
This was terrible. All of a sudden the words of the "Ancient
Mariner" rang in my head, "Water, Water, Everywhere and Not a
Drop to Drink". Was this going to be my punishment. Over a
hundred sluts that want to get into my pants and I can't get
up. I was not about to let that happen. By now I was fully
convinced that I was hallucinating and at any moment I'm going
to wake in my own bed alone on a Saturday night. But before
they bring that wake up wagon round, I was going to give it all
I got. I was sure by hook or by crook, I got several more
orgasms left in me with the proper sluts. All I had to do was
play my cards right and I could be in sexual nirvana again.
Little did know that the night had just begun for me. The
"Roissy Society" not only grabbed you by the balls, but it
didn't let go until its sucked every ounce of energy out of you
in pursuit of their fantasy world. I quickly pulled my pants
back up. Little did I know they would be discarded in the very
near future. Pamela before leaving the bar area gave some
further instructions to the Asst. Manager about the punishment
of Carolyn. Pamela told the Asst. Manager that after Carolyn
had been fucked at least six times more, replace the slut strap
now locked onto Carolyn loins. Pamela wanted the pain dildo out
and a pleasure dildo replaced in Carolyn's cunt. To make sure
that Carolyn didn't have too much enjoyment, Pamela told the
Asst. Manager when he changed the slut strap, have Carolyn from
that point on warmed up with a cutting whip and not the paddle.
Carolyn would soon be replacing the pain in her cunt with a
pain in the ass. Pamela smiled and said to me, "I don't want
poor Carolyn to suffer too much more after the hurting you put
on her, but I don't want her to have too much fun either. She
is being punished". With that we left the bar area. The night
was still young and I was about to learn a lot more about the "Roissy Society" fantasy.
