Rich Man's Whore Vol. VII: Submissive Party Favor (Secret BDSM Club Domination)

Penny wakes up, tied and set for her next job. Not willing to defy her boss/pimp Jeff Strunk, she knows that her only option is to get the satisfaction she craves out of the night.

However, Penny has failed to realized that this isn't an ordinary gig to satisfy an important client. Jeff has plans to thoroughly establish the nature of the work. As Penny begins to resist the domination, how far will Jeff go to prove his ownership of Penny?

This 4,585-word erotic story contains hardcore BDSM scenes, humiliation, explicit language, cruel orgasm denial, and complete sexual domination. Adults only!

Previously published as Penny's Plot Part VII: Submissive Party Favor.

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Jeff squeezed both of Penny’s makeup smeared cheeks together as he demanded, “Now all together.” Penny couldn’t hold back sobs of utter defeat and ownership. “Who do you belong to and what are you?”

Strunk’s grip released just enough for Penny to speak. “I’m Jeff Strunk’s whore, sir!”

Penny could see through the blur of tears that Jeff’s smile had changed to one of satisfaction. She realized that her purpose for being present that night wasn’t to reward Strunk’s friends. It was to demean and totally break her.

Penny noticed that at least six pairs of hands were taking full liberties with her body. The whir of a massage wand barely announced itself over the chatter of compliments about her figure and excited laughter.

The wand tapped Penny’s clit several times in a teasing rhythm. Penny whimpered with each contact. Jeff planted his hands on the table just to each side of Penny’s face, the crash carrying enough volume to make her ears ring.

“Pete, that’s enough toying with her. She’s here to be used and tossed aside after we’re done.”

The wand drove itself hard into her pearl at the highest setting. Penny screamed from the primal areas of her brain, arching her back and neck on her own this time.

Jeff’s hand clasped around Penny’s neck once again, as he shouted, “Open your eyes!” Penny struggled to comply through the cruelly mounting climax. Strunk’s face was blank, giving Penny no indication whether his next request was for mercy or amusement, but Penny knew the man well enough to know the purpose. “I’ll give you a request. Say it.”

Penny barely managed to belt out, “Jeff, can I cum?”

Strunk frowned and slapped Penny’s right cheek with his free hand, “No.”

The crop whipped harder into the border of Penny’s ass and back as the first wave of her body’s attempt at the denied climax hit. She felt her legs begin to shudder as she tightened the grip between toes. Her screams lowered in pitch and drug themselves out as the harsh metal buzzed against her clit without any sign of letting up.