Chapter Four.
Priest
Warden had told me about the sex club and got me in.
The buy-in was three thousand bucks, so I hoped this place lived up to the hype.
After Nun, I needed to get laid, but I wasn’t going to hand myself over to an inexperienced mistress.
Warden had recommended The Royal Lounge, and I was taking a chance.
I was impressed. First off, it sat in the middle of nowhere, an old colonial home that had been restored.
The damn thing was a mansion. Each window on the upper level held blackout curtains.
Most of the ground-floor windows had similar privacy, but a couple shone brightly. Two huge guards stood at the door.
“This is a private party; you need a raffle ticket to enter,” one growled.
I yanked my phone and showed them the golden ticket I’d bought.
It was a clever idea. Like most states, you couldn’t run a sex club as a commercial business.
The moment penetration happened, the club became illegal.
But it wasn’t against the law to have sex parties and orgies in a privately owned home—which is what this was registered as.
However, the issue remained about how to charge clients.
Any sign of a membership fee made this a commercial enterprise. But a prize draw negated that. The ticket I’d bought tonight offered a luxury holiday at a local ski resort. Naturally, the RHMC owned it. Clever girls. The fees had taken me by surprise, which meant this was highly exclusive.
A single night was three thousand dollars.
A week was seven, a month was ten, and an annual membership was one hundred k.
There was a lifetime raffle ticket of ten million, and I could only imagine the perks you gained with that.
The premise was simple. They drew the raffle monthly, and the winner got the prize.
If you happened to have sex while at this private party, then you were simply lucky. Smart indeed.
I entered a large entrance hall—a cloakroom. A woman rose from a couch and took my coat, while another offered me a glass of champagne.
“Lady Mildred is through there,” she instructed, pointing at the only open door.
“Thank you,” I murmured and went into a small, opulent drawing room. Imagine wood panelling, intricate carvings, and a decorative ceiling, and you were on the right track. Sitting in front of a fire was an older lady, richly dressed.
“Are you here for the party, my dear? Care to present the raffle ticket?”
I did as asked, and Mildred smiled. “Young people nowadays, it’s so very kind of you to visit with me, but I love to hear merriment. Here, would you like a band?”
Mildred offered me four types: red for dominant, yellow for submissive, purple for new to the lifestyle, and black for a switch. I picked the black to show I was a switch, but yellow for tonight, and Mildred smiled.
“Such a sunny colour, and my favourite. There’s nothing quite like it. Antony, escort our guest to the party.”
Antony opened a door, and I passed through.
It was a former ballroom, turned into a bar. Smoke (fake) wafted about, and the lights were dim. I was shocked at how packed the club was. Sofas and tables were dotted around with guests sitting, talking, or watching.
This was the meet-and-greet area, where you could watch and choose a partner.
Some public displays were happening, and I decided to get the lay of the land.
On a raised platform, a woman was strapped to a St Andrew’s cross as her dom flogged her.
Another stage held a man bound in Shibari.
His mistress gently ran her hand over each knot, and his cock strained, dripping for her attention.
Around me, people sat on couches, talking and making out.
I caught sight of a wide-eyed newcomer and smirked at her getting a lesson tonight. I was a switch, basically someone who swapped between dominant and submissive. But this evening I needed to hand over control. I spotted a familiar figure winding through the crowd. Nun.
My cock reacted immediately. She wore heels, those knee-high stockings and a short-as-hell nun’s outfit. It screamed sex and power.
On a leash followed a man. Fuck, she was a mistress. The guy was stripped to a pair of tight leather shorts, and he padded behind her. Nun’s eyes met mine, and she paused, her gaze flicking to my wrist. I dropped my chin and submitted.
“You.” Her voice silenced those around us, and I lifted my head slightly.
“Mistress.”
“Come with me,” she ordered. I willingly followed. Christ, right now I’d follow her into hell. She passed through a set of double doors at the end of the ballroom, where two people waited. Another couple sat there waiting.
“Are all the rooms full?” she asked, pausing.
“No, ma’am. The cleaners are in blue two and gold five.”
“Good.” Nun kept walking, leading the guy and me down a flight of steps into a basement level. Fuck, how many playrooms existed? She opened a door and stepped aside, letting us enter.
“Blue, nadu,” she ordered, dropping the leash.
Blue knelt facing her and sat backwards on his heels with his legs spread wide. His back straightened, and his gaze rested on Nun as his palms lay upturned on his thighs.
“You, strip naked,” she commanded me.
My cock was screaming already; I’d never been so aroused before. I placed my clothes neatly on a chair and waited.
“Assume the wall,” she instructed.
I immediately turned and faced the wall with my legs wide apart. My arms lifted above my head, and I crossed them at the wrists and pressed my palms to the wall. I leaned forward slightly, bracing myself.
“You’re beautiful,” Nun murmured from behind me. A soft hand touched my back as she ran it down me. “Did you fill in a form?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Name?”
“Priest, Mistress.”
Nun laughed. “How amusing. A Nun and a Priest.” Her hands kept touching me, caressing my ass, exploring.
“Inspection,” she ordered, and I turned. I stood straight, keeping my legs apart, and rested my hands on my head. I was offering her my body for examination, and I needed her approval.
Nun sat down on a couch and stared at me. Her eyes raked me head to toe, and then she pulled out her phone. She accessed my file and read through my hard nos.
“Safe word,” Nun demanded.
“Rainbow.”
“Come here,” she ordered. “Your cock is begging for attention.”
I felt Blue’s gaze on me as I obeyed, keeping my head down. I stopped in front of her, and Nun reached out and touched my cock.
“You’re so stiff, my pet,” she whispered and cupped my balls. “Offer yourself to me, pet.”
I grabbed my shaft and held it towards her mouth. Nun didn’t move, and I shuffled forward until I was level with her lips.
“Who is your mistress?” she asked.
“You are.”
“No touching me. Touching leads to punishment. No movement, I make you come,” Nun ordered and took my cock into her mouth. I jolted at the touch of her tongue and just restrained myself from grabbing her head.
Nun must have guessed because a light slap landed on my ass. Her mouth was heaven. She understood exactly how to please a man.
Lightly, her hands held my balls, and I knew she was judging when I was about to come. The way she sucked me off, it didn’t take long before I was spiralling. My breathing hitched, and my hips jerked forward as I struggled to stay in control.
Nun squeezed my nuts and took me deeper, and I came hard. My breath escaped me in harsh pants, and my fingers twitched, wanting to hold her head in place.
Nun swallowed me down and slowly pulled away. Her eyes were stormy and filled with desire. “Go stand over there in the wait position,” she directed.
I’d moved. Punishment was coming. What form would it take? I was excited to know. I walked to the wall and stood straight, legs apart, hands behind my back.
“Come here, property, crawl to your mistress,” she murmured.
Blue did as ordered, keeping his head down.
“Strip me,” she said, and Blue rose and obeyed.
Fuck. Nun was even hotter naked. I drank in her body, hoping she’d let me worship it.
Her breasts were high and perky. Her nipples were tight little buds and her pussy was shaven.
Nun kept her heels and stockings on and Christ, it was any man’s wet dream.
She sat back down on the ottoman and raised a leg, opening her pussy. Nun was glistening wet and plump.
“Make me come with your mouth,” Nun ordered.
Blue didn’t hesitate. He bent his head and sank his tongue where I longed to be. Nun held my gaze as she gave herself over completely to his ministrations. This was my punishment. To watch someone else pleasure her. Fuck, Nun was good.
Nun’s head tipped back, her hair falling behind her and her eyes slitted. With the bed propping her up, she reached and grabbed Blue’s head and ground against him.
“Property!” she cried as her hips jolted, and then with a cry, she came hard.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath; a red flush covered her skin as she made Blue help her milk her orgasm.
She released him and bent down to raise his head.
Not caring that her juices covered his face, she kissed him and petted him.
“Do you want me?” she whispered in his ear, her eyes on me.
“Always, Mistress.”
What would she do next? I was hard and barely holding back my anticipation.
“Fetch what you like, Property, a reward for your good behaviour,” Nun said, caressing his cock.
Blue headed to some drawers and opened the top one.
Inside were strap-ons of various thicknesses and sizes.
He picked an item up and took it to her, and crouched at her feet.
Jesus. My ass clenched as my cock twitched.