Kitten learns her place

Now standing outside of her building, giddy with excitement, soaking in the attention she's getting, swaying her hips from side to side, making her tail swish, she brings up the Uber app and calls up a ride, her destination about a block away from the club. As she waits for the ride to arrive, she finds herself in an extra friendly mood, smiling and greeting those who pass by her, making sure they all get a good look at her. Nothing can bring her mood down. After a few minutes wait, the car arrives and she gets into the front seat, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to be ogled by the driver. As they drive, she crosses her legs, sensually rubbing her legs together, and discretely adjusting her jacket so that her right breast is clearly visible to the driver. To the driver's credit, he exercises a tremendous amount of restraint, only stealing the occasional glance at Lexi, who is paying enough attention to know each time he does glance at her, taking in the generous amount of her bare flesh she has on display.

While she does sincerely love all the attention she's getting from him, she's glad when they arrive at her destination. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, she thanks him for the ride, and as she exits the car, she makes sure he gets a great view of her bare ass, as well as a view of her glistening pussy. The eager little kitten struts down the street, the motions of her hips exaggerated as she walks, making the tail swish more with her every step. Other pedestrians eyeing her, many of them grinning, perhaps even knowingly, given the close proximity to the club. She finds herself growing ever more excited, walking as fast as she safely can given the height of her heels.

But finally, she does arrive, and undoes the jacket as she enters, and not just because of the rules, but also her own desire. Before the door closes behind her, the little blonde sex kitten has the jacket off, walking inside, eager to begin. She's quickly greeted by a man wearing nothing but a pair of boots, a collar with a bowtie attached, and some sort of strange device locked onto his cock and balls. Some sort of chastity device? Clearly one of the other submissives who belongs to the club. One who she doesn't expect she'll get to know as well as she'd like. He takes her jacket and directs her to what appears to be a maitre D's podium. There she signs in, and fills out a few forms. Next he asks for her purse, which she hands to him and watches as he puts it with her jacket. Finally she is directed further into the club.

Inside, she looks around, darkly painted walls, leather furniture, decently lit, but not bright, sort of a 'romantic restaurant' level of lighting. She also sees many strange things, pieces of furniture that look designed to be far less than comfortable, designed to restrain and contort, to hold a girl like her in place while people do what they wish with her. She finds herself purring at the thought. And of course the people. This is apparently a common area, as she sees Mistress Demonique and the six friends from last weekend, plus another eight people, all of whom appear to be the dominant types. The members. There are several other people as well, wearing far less clothing than the members. Serving the members in various ways, whether it be fixing them drinks and hors d'oeuvres, down on all fours serving as foot stools, or engaged in various forms of body worship. Lexi's eyes go wide at the strange vision before her, and a tiny part of her brain wants to run out of there as fast as her heels will let her. But the louder, more adventurous side tells that side to shut the fuck up, that this would be an experience to remember.

It's not long before she's noticed by Mistress Demonique, and she's motioned to come closer, and all the members stand, moving in closer to inspect the newest addition to their stable. The little sex kitten finds herself surrounded by the members as they look her over and feel her up, making occasional comments. She somewhat timidly says hi, and since Mistress D has only introduced her as 'kitten' she doesn't bother to give any further identification than that. Though they could certainly find that information out if they wished. Soon they're discussing who gets to play with her first, and after some back and forth, a slender Asian woman in a red latex dress steps forward, "So little kitty, how'd you like to come and play with my yarn?" Kitten's only response is to smile and meow. This Mistress, whose name she later learns is Ming, takes her to an open area in the common area, and motions for someone to fetch her bag. One of the other subs quickly brings it to her, and Mistress M opens it up, pulling out a long length of red rope. "I do hope the kitty is flexible." She says in a soft voice, as she begins unravelling the rope, tying it around kitten. Kitten soon finds herself unable to stand, the ropes tying her ankles to her thighs tightly, putting her down on her knees. She learns that this called a frogtie. Her arms around bound behind her back in a position she learns is called a reverse prayer. Some more tying, and there's clearly a rope harness around her body, though before Mistress M can run it through her crotch, she is asked by the other members not to, as they want all of kitten's holes accessible. Mistress M continues tying her up, then at her direction, one of the male subs pulls on part of the rope that had been run through a pulley above them, and kitten is lifted into the air off her feet, face down, the harness supporting her weight, contorting her body, arching her back, forcing her ass up, her legs spread wide, her head tilted up. Kitten squirms and wriggles in her bonds, much to the delight of Mistress M.

Mistress M says loudly, "It seems the little kitten has gotten herself all tangled up in my yarn! Anybody want to help her down?" The only response is laughter. Kitten realizes though that she has only been elevated to around waist height. Helpless in these bonds, her pussy, ass and mouth available for all. Soon the members all surround her again, and all of them have riding crops. Kitten looks around at all of them, before Mistress D approaches, adding a blindfold to complete her helplessness, and removing the tail from her ass. And then it begins, the sharp, stinging swats, all over her body. The blindfold preventing her from knowing who or when will swat her next, or where. The rope thoroughly immobilizing her, all she can manage to do is squirm and struggle, whimper and whine and moan, all of which seems to only encourage the members to smack every inch of her tender flesh harder. Throughout the ordeal, she listens to them discussing her, the things they like, the things they feel could be improved, the possibilities and limitations of what to do with her. All of them, Mistress D included, regard her as a thing, an object for their use and amusement, their pleasure and comfort, and of course their every perverted whim.

And as the torment continues, she learns that it's true. She is their plaything, their pet. She is theirs, to do with as they please. And as she grows to fully understand this fact, her whimpers and yelps and whines turn into purrs and moans. Her squirming struggle turns into sensual writhing. Her body and mind not only accepting her place, but embracing it, loving it, cherishing it. She wants them to enjoy her, however they wish, all of them.

And just as she realizes it, the members also see the change in her, and soon the swats stop. Then, keeping her all trussed up, they begin using their newest prize in a far more intimate, pleasurable manner. Kitten has no idea who is fucking her at any one time, only whether they're a man or a woman. Eating pussy, sucking cock, her pussy and ass used by fingers, dildos and cocks alike. And through it, she struggles to retain control, to keep the orgasm at bay, as she had not yet been given permission. Not that she expects them to give it, or would even demand it. They are not here for her pleasure after all, she is here for theirs.

At some point, she is aware that she is being lowered down to the floor, and feels the ropes being removed from her body. A bit sore, but thanks to years of Hot Yoga, it's not intolerable. Though in her current state, she's not exactly processing much. Then the blindfold is removed, and looks up to see all the members standing over her. She writhes and stretches, purring and meowing up at them, smiling as her tail is re-inserted. "Such a good little kitten!" One of them says, followed by several other approving comments. She's not sure who, but one says "Poor thing managed to hold off from cumming after all that, should we give her a reward?" A bit more back and forth, the members discussing whether or not to allow kitten to cum, finally one says, "Let's, she is only a kitten after all, and she's been such a good girl!" Yet another member, Mistress M, kitten believes, "Go on then, sweet little kitty, cum for us!" and with that, without any further stimulation, from the mere command, kitten's body explodes in an intense, powerful, beautiful orgasm. Followed by several more, each one softer than the one preceding it.

Soon she's fully relaxed, purring and smiling contentedly, and is carried off to what looks like a large cat bed in the corner of the common area. Kitten giggled a bit as was lowered down, just hoping they don't also expect her to use a litter box too. And with that, she drifts of to sleep, utterly exhausted.