Chapter 12

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Chapter Twelve 16/09/15

Sunday came faster than David could have wished for and by eleven on that day he found himself sat next to his current keeper as she drove them up the Motorway.  Dressed in a black shirt and trousers with matching slip on shoes David looked smart but not noticeable.  Mistress A had a black trouser suite on, again smart but not standoutish.  He had previously tried to talk; ask about Devotions but the same reply kept coming back, "Wait and see".  The traffic was light they were making good time, a frustrated David tried again "Mistress may I speak?" On receiving permission he continued "Please give me a clue, how long till we get there, what will the people be like there?"  Mistress A glanced at him and exhaled hard out of her mouth, licked her purple lipstick coated lips before saying "Nervous are you?"  And on getting the look; she exclaimed "Oh for fuck sake, right Devotions" she said launching into what sounded to David as was going to be the start of a long speech "Is one of the best Femdom events in Britain, we're going to West Bromwich just outside Birmingham to a Swingers Club....... No!"  She shouted seeings David's expression "There will be no swinging today, the club is taken over and the event, not the club is called Devotions.  Unlike many events this is purely Femdom; so only Mistresses, Slave-Dogs, Collared Submissive's, Submisives, TV's and Slaves get to go".  She went on "We will get there by one, well one thirty at the latest, stretch our legs and go in for two.  Unlike most clubs its best to arrive early for the Tea Party; only you don't get any tea, unlucky!"  Looking quickly in the wing mirror she pulled out and smoothly accelerated pasted a pink lorry with pictures on Donuts and happy smiling slim children.  Slipping back in to the left hand lane and letting the Cruise Control take over she expanded "Don't forget you are looking for this Woman.  Just spot her and I will take a sneaky pic and that's it, were done". So am I thought David gloomily.

Mile upon mile of motorway boredom past, David looked out watching the world fly past, he was nervous, butterflies started to flutter in his belly, what should he do if she was there, tell, not tell.  The consequences of spotting her were, fucking awful! That he was clear about.
Arriving at their destination; Mistress A found a parking space, free parking on a Sunday and they went for a stroll.  The Sun was shining, slightly watery as Summer was starting to giving in to Autumns advances.  There was a Ibis hotel towering above the small assortment of shops. Many were open the Asian owners keen to get every cent out of their assets.  David noticed shops selling colourful Saris and others offering foreign sweets that beckoned with looks of enchantment.  A Fruit and Veg Store and a Scooter Dealership rubbed up next to each other.

Walking back to the car David was loaded up with three bags containing equipment and Mistress's costume.  "Let's go" came the command in his ear.  They walked up to the door.  David's heart pounded with nerves.  A quick knock and the door swung open, stepping through David waited to be set upon and dragged off, nothing happened.  Instead a slightly chubby but happy looking woman sat behind a counter and asked for fifteen pounds each. Mistress handed over the amount and they were in.  Moving from the counter they walked a short distance before coming to stand on a balcony that overlooked the main part of the club.  Looking down David saw what he could only describe as a nightclub.  There was a bar, dance floor and seating area, however the dance floor was strewn with all manner of dungeon equipment.  However before David could have a good look he was whisked downwards, through the main body and down another set of steps to a changing room.  "Strip boy" Came the order, he did as bidden feeling somewhat stupid.  There were a couple of other people getting changed, David tried not to look.  Once standing there with just a chastity device on David felt small, vulnerable.
He wasn't given time to worry about that as his Lady was getting changed into her PVC one piece and demanded his assistance.  Finally after the usual pulling and squashing she was in, ready and up they went.  The main area was still empty apart from the barman who  appeared to be naked and sporting a very fancy chrome slave collar.  He smiled welcomely as they moved past, his almost bold head glistened reflecting the lights above. Moving into a well lit room David was amazed to see so many people, Ladies of all sorts, sizes and races were perched or reclined on rich dark red leather sofas and wrap round seating.  Tables were dotted in convenient locations, each having a colourful two or three tier cake stand lavished with many a tasty treat provocatively perched.  Men, presumably slaves of one sort or another were kneeling near their ladies mostly naked except for a chastity device or a small item that covered their modesty, a couple of men wore kilts.  TV maids were bobbing and curtseying while serving hot beverages.  David could not believe the Ladies apparel, leather, PVC, basques and corsets stunned the eyes from every quarter.  Evening gowns and strict teacher assembly's were also very much apparently in vogue.  David noticed one lady in combats and steel caped shiny black lace up boots, the thug type.  Mistress A sat down by a table and motioned David to two, then rang a small hand bell it tinkled.  Immediately a maid rushed to the table, curtsied and enquired what she might get for Madam.  On being informed tea she again curtsied and retreated, only to reappear less than a minute later with a cup and saucer.  These were rather clumsily plonked down; she curtsied and left.  There was a tut from the lady sitting opposite who up to that point had been busy whispering in her slaves ear.  David glanced furtively at them.  She was late forties, glasses, long black curly raven hair, with keen eyes.  Not slim slim, but definitely not a porker.  Dressed in a black PVC over-bust corset; short lace skaters skirt, fishnets and knee high laced up patent boots.  David couldn't help but thinking she was a MILF.  At her feet in almost position two was her boy, again not slim or particularly fat; but clearly not Mr fitness fanatic also.  His short black hair had grey around the sides and he was wearing a leather kilt.

His Mistress rolled her eyes and said in a singing Welsh accent "M sort that out, if you don't mind" she added looking at Mistress A.  M laughed and reached over and repositioned the cup so the handle was on the correct side.  He then reached over on taking the spoon from his mistresses saucer and wiped it with a clean serviette before placing it on Mistress A's saucer.  Dipping his head slightly he said "There you go Mistress init" in broad brummie. Mistress A replied "Thank you boy" before turning her full attention on to his Mistress and started to chat in a friendly manner.  It turned out that the lady was Mistress Shania, she was helping out this time and wasn't very happy with the new maid who had just served.  Her boy was her House Collard Submissive and husband "Covered all the bases that way" she assured.  Neither had been born into the Mistress Hood but both had developed urges and feelings, they had met at a Munch some Twenty Five years before and the rest was history.  For five years they had muddled on without much guidance before being approached by the Mistress Hood.  It had then taken them another five years to be fully admitted to their coven, a Welsh Coven came another firm assurance.  M apparently had struggled with his initiation ceremony as he had to take 100 strokes of the cane.  "He's more submissive than a full masochist" came the explanation "However he can take quiet a lot now a days".  It transpired there was a daughter who was also a full Mistress with her own boy, they of course lived at home, as is the tradition that the Women stay in the same house and the males move to the home of the lady who takes them.

Mistress A listened smiled gently and as far as David could see was very pleased to meet them.  The bell was rung again and two more teas were ordered, these arrived only for both to be put down so the handles were on the wrong side; and yet again no spoons!
M uttered beneath his breath "kin-hell" and got a tap on his head.  Mistress Shania stood up, pulling her five foot body to fully height and launched into an angry Welsh tirade.  The maid stood there and shook.  Not one smack or blow landed on the maid but everyone in the room watched and listened, most of the ladies smiling or grinning.  Finally the maid was dismissed with a promise "Find me later and you will regret your errors my girl" the maid fled sobbing.  M reached over and resignedly moved the cups round before collecting the original spoon that had been left with the empties.  "Carnet get the f-ing staff" he muttered before getting another tap. The two ladies continued to chat and David nervously looked round, some ladies has two or three men at their feet, one had five.  He noticed that none of the men spoke; the room was full of only the sound of females, confident, certain, happy.  Looking for the target David was relieved not to see her.  His seeking was abruptly ended by "Come on boy time to make you squeal".  They moved away David following a footstep behind.  "Nice couple don't you think?" Stated his leader.

He was sent to collect the play bags from the changing room and on his return he found Mistress A standing by a cross. "Up you go boy, you can stand there for a bit so everyone can see you and your silly little bits" came the mocking command; followed by in a hushed voice "And you will be able to have a good look for her". For half an hour he remained chained to the cross, his guardian sat a few yards from him sipping a J2O from a straw taking in the view.  Mistresses were starting to play and the noise of whips cracking and canes whistling soon filled the air, accompanied by the smack smack smack of paddles and hands on flesh.  David was amazed how few cries and yelps he heard, although there were a few.  One poor unfortunate was begging and begging as he was spanked over the knee.  David could see it just to his left, having now been spanked lots of time David didn't      think it was that bad and thought the bloke was a right wuss!  The spanking continued regardless.  It ended with a ear being yanked to mouth and David just could hear "I warned you twice so shut up, next time it will be the cane"
David didn't know what the boy had done, looking at the thickset lady he reckoned that what ever it was the boy would be bonkers to repeat his offence.

Mistress A eventually turned him round and warmed him up.  She then caned him at a level five, David was amazed and so grateful, when unchained he fell on his knees and unbidden kissed and kissed her feet say "Thank you, thank you" in a deeply grateful way.  
His tormented looked down and smiled one of her smiles.  David needed little time to recover and they were soon on the edges of the arena taking in the sights!.

Looking to his right David saw Mistress Shania and M, M was standing with his arms secured half was up his back, he had a leg spreader bar attached to his ankles and a parachute around his testicles.  On the other end of the parachute was some very heavy weight, his owner kept kicking them making M wince and beg.  She moved behind M and started slapping his bum with a paddle, hard but slowly; forcing M to swing the weights.  He was sweating; it was either his exertions or fear David decided, or maybe both he thought.  Spying Mistress Amphere; M was forced to approach her and curtsy.  This he did in apparent agony, being hit hard more than once in order to get him to comply.  Mistress A looked straight into his eyes, hers gleaming and said "Thank you boy!"  M just made little unintelligible sounds.  Mistress Shania grabbed the chain the weights were attached too, moved the chain up an inch taking the weight off his tackle, M was crying out "No Mistress No Pleaseeeeeeee arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" as the weights were dropped, m crashed to the floor both ladies laughing.  He was then released and told to go and sort himself out.  He shuffled away in some distress. "Don't worry" David was assured as Mistress Shania saw the concern and fear in his face "He's had much worse, honest". For the next three hours the two ladies chatter it was clear to David they really got on.  M was sent off to help the organisers and David was sent on little errands.  Towards the end of the event Mistress Shania searched out the maid who offended earlier, seconds later dress was up, knickers were down and the maid got spanked hard and fast a flurry of pain, she squealed and wriggled trying to get away.  Mistress Shania suddenly stopped and enquired if Mistress A would like a go, Mistress A grabbed the maid, grinned broadly and set to work, the maids yells got louder, the squirming more desperate and urgent.  With a final quick fifty the maid was tossed onto the floor, told sternly to get decent. With red eyes the maid curtsied and apologised and was allowed to leave.

Just before Eight they left together and were enticed by their new found friends to go for a Chinese in a nearby restaurant, David was surprised how hard it was for him to sit at the same table as the two women.  M he noticed was friendly and cracked the odd joke but was polite and respectful, maybe a little reserved suppressing his natural urge to speak considered David.

They walked together full of contentment and noodles a couple of hours later before having to part to find their cars, David was taken aback by the hugs both Mistress Shania and M gave himself and his ruler.  He was even more surprised to see Mistress A hug them both of them back with genuine sincerity.  Moving to the car they got in; David remembering to open her door and pass the seatbelt.  They had travelled for about a mile or so, Mistress A was humming to herself apparently happy, that's when a car slammed its brakes on; just in front of them, there was no chance of stopping and they rear ended the old wreak.  Cursing Mistress a got out as did David, three men got out of the car.  Insurance scam thought David.  Before he knew what was happening there was a scuffle, one of the men was on the floor clutching his privates, the other two pulled out knives, Mistress A walked backwards shouting to David to stay behind her.  They found themselves in a small alley way, no where to run.  The third man appeared but was clearly not up to fighting. The other two creeping closer, the leader; a large powerful built black man, smart suite, gold tooth shining in the virgin moonlight, the other a scrawny white scumbag, unshaven, greasy. The Blackman seeing David behind the woman said "You can fuck off you little chicken" then leering at Mistress A he licked his lips and uttered "And you; little sister can have a portion of real mans cock".  The other two agreed; although the third looked like he wasn't up to providing any portions of anything.  "Run David" his Mistress" said.  David wanted too but he couldn't leave her, he had a second to decide, he just wouldn't, couldn't leave her to face these animals alone.  Grabbing a dustbin lid he held it up like a shield, as he did so Mistress proudly said "Good boy".  Bracing for the onslaught they stepped back, conceding ground slowly. Finally they ran out of room, the alley ended, it was a dead end, in more ways than one thought David.  The men confident, smiling came on, the third just about recovered enough to join his comrades in crime.  They launched their attack!