The Club

Kitten hears voices as they enter, and recognizes them, quickly realizing where they are, the club. She can't help but smile a little, as she quite likes it here. And given what happened to her the last time she was in this place, she wonders just what's in store for her this time around. Whatever it is, she's pretty sure she won't have to wait too long. She's led deeper into the club, and she begins to wonder if Mistress Demonique plans on ever removing the blindfold, or at least freeing her wrists. Once they've reached the inner part of the club, kitten is left standing, and can hear quite a few members moving in close, asking about her current state, and hears Mistress explain things, "Oh that, I took our sweet little kitten out to a bar, to make new friends, and she was such a good little kitten! Nervous at first, but before I knew it, she was eagerly introducing herself to every one she could, in the way a slutty little sex kitten does!" Kitten then felt a hand smacking her on the ass, presumably from Mistress, for emphasis she supposed.

After Mistress Demonique had regaled the other members with the events of the evening, a couple of the other playthings helped clean kitten up, as apparently there was no intention of freeing her wrists or removing the blindfold. After being cleaned up, kitten was lead to another part of the club, where she was lowered down onto her knees. Kitten was grateful for the soft pillow set there, but also understood that if there was this level of concern for her comfort, she was probably going to be kneeling for quite some time. Soon she heard Mistress' voice again, "Well, now that you've gotten to have all that fun, it's time for a bit more discipline. So tonight, you are going to really learn to appreciate what your place is here." With that, she was directed to lower her head down so that she was bent over, ass up in the air. Kitten wondered with some trepidation what was going to happen next, but what came was most unexpected.

Though she couldn't see it, she was pretty sure it was glass, and it was lowered down onto her, resting on her hands and ass. She could hear things being set upon the glass, and soon it became clear to her, and clearer still as Mistress explained, "Tonight, you will be a table. Something to put other things on. Nothing more. You will remain as still as possible, because if anything should fall off, you will be punished quite harshly." And with that there were no more words directed towards her. Tonight she was going to be nothing more than a piece of furniture, a table to put drinks and things on. She did her best to hold quite still, not wanting to disappoint Mistress Demonique or any of the other members. If they wanted her to be nothing but a table, then she was determined to be the very best table she could be.

And so the night went for kitten. Ignored, objectified utterly and completely. Just a very pretty table. It was more difficult than it sounds though, holding so still for so long, but kitten did her very best, wanting to please everyone. She belonged to them, and they would use her as they wished. Whether it was to tie her up and whip her, bend her over the desk and spank her, keep her on the edge of orgasm for hours, serve them drinks, or to satisfy any sexual pleasures. She was here to serve them, however they wished. And as mundane as this task seemed, it still managed to be a pleasure for kitten, another way in which she could serve the club and its members.

After what seemed an eternity, the table top was removed from kitten, and she was led to the little bed in the main room, and allowed to drift off to sleep. Maybe tomorrow the blindfold and cuffs would come off, kitten thought to herself. Or maybe not. She found herself drifting off to sleep, wondering about just how she might be used to serve the club next. Whatever it is, kitten will embrace it.