I’ve been coming to Yuan Yuan for a long time, and my favorite articles are the extreme ones translated by Brother Apple. After reading more and more, it is inevitable that my hand is itching, this is what I wrote after reading the X Club. This is a continuation of what I wrote after reading about Club X. I am sorry for my poor writing skills, and I look forward to the advice of my predecessors.
Re-visit to Club X (1)
To outsiders, I am a woman who is perfect in every way, having owned millions of dollars at the age of twenty-five. However, I have an unknown hobby, which is to enjoy being abused.
Now I have my own separate house, which gives me immense freedom. Inside my bedroom, I have all kinds of tools. Moreover, my house has a large basement where all kinds of torture instruments are placed.
It’s Friday, and like every weekend, I left the office early to get ready for a weekend of partying. And this weekend I’m sure it’s going to be even more exciting because I’ve joined an underground club called “X”.
When I got home, I had a nice hot shower, and then I started to dress up before going to the club. There was no need to worry about what to wear, as there was only one type of dress code, the “Emperor’s New Clothes”, in other words, as long as you were naked, you were good to go. In other words, it was OK to be naked. In addition, there was another rule that every member had to wear the number plate that was given to him when he joined the club. This was no problem for me, as I easily attached the number plate to the nipple rings I wore on my nipples.
The next step is to put a torture device on myself. But that was going to have to move fast, in another hour someone from the club was going to pick me up. The first thing brought out was a black leather shackle with a chain in the center that was only three inches long. Once the shackle was on, I was left to move forward in a long, rambling step. So, satisfied, I left the key on the bookcase in the second-floor study and went down to the first-floor lobby myself.
Taking out a 15-meter long hemp rope, I tied my upper body tightly with the “turtle shell” method. Then I put on a muzzle ball, a nose hook and a collar. Just then the front door of my house was thrown open and in walked one of the X Club staff. His name was David, and he was the first attendant I met in the club.
“Hey, Caroline. You don’t seem ready for me to help you?”
I nodded gratefully and obediently put my arms behind my back to let him tie me up. The man was pretty strong though, and the twine tightened into my flesh, an aching pleasure immediately coursing through my body.
Then David put a hood on me that only showed my eyes and nose and said, “Come on, slave 791.”
David slipped a leash through the ring on my collar and led me toward the door. According to the rules, at this moment I had lost my name and was nothing more than a slave with the number 791.
David’s car was parked right in front of the door, it was a large van. It was only after I entered the van that I realized that there were already several female slaves in the same attire as me kneeling inside. Naturally I did the same and knelt, meekly allowing David to tie the leash on my collar to the leashes of several other female slaves.
The car started to drive towards the club, with a few slaves coming up along the way. And at the moment I was thinking back to how I had joined this amazing X Club.
Susan, was my twelfth secretary. She was a beautiful blonde and on top of that she shared my masochistic complex. Once we got to know each other, we spent six passionate months together. Then, just this past weekend, she took me to Club X. Here, she and I spent one of the most passionate nights of our lives.
However, strangely enough Susan has been missing since Monday. But I’m sure I’ll meet her again at the club.
The car stopped and we were led by David into the checkroom in front of the entrance to the hall. Here we would wait to be chosen by the masters, and if we were not chosen, we would not be eligible for the higher level of entertainment inside the hall.
However, new numbers are always in demand, and I was the second of our batch to be chosen. The one chosen before me was a slave with number 799, which means she joined the club even later than I did.
The attire in the hall wasn’t much different from the checkroom, the only difference being the removal of the hood that was originally on her head. When No. 799’s headgear was removed, I stared in amazement; it turned out that she was my biggest competitor in business, Ms. Zona. And when my head covering was removed, I saw the same look of surprise in her eyes.
(to be continued)