Face Sitting Club by Master Ivan

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Face Sitting Club

by Master Ivan

They were known as just the "Feminist Social Cooperative". They had interests in women's rights, some might say in female superiority. There were programs that supported women, that dealt with men and their relationships with women as well. And there was even a program that dealt with the rehabilitation of men convicted of sexual crimes against women. I didn't find out about that one until later...

I knew little about them, except for a word or two I had heard on the street, hints of things going on behind the scenes that were considerably more exotic than what was apparent on the surface. I had no idea where they were located, until I happened across their headquarters one night purely by chance.

The sign read "FSC", in letters that could be read from clear across the street. Tiny fine print beneath that sign could be read from up close, and it said, "Feminist Social Cooperative". I watched the door for awhile, noticing a number of women entering. Curiously, I also noted a number of men walking in, an odd place for men to be, to say the least. And there was something about those men I could not put a finger on.

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I walked in.

There was a small entryway. Several doors led out of it, and there was a large desk right in the center. A woman sat at the desk, eyeing all who entered.

"Can I help you?"

As I paused, a couple more women entered, passing thru the entry and flashing ID cards to the seated girl as they passed thru the door on the left. And one more man entered, his eyes lowered, seemingly intimidated, and got waved thru--to a different door, this one directly behind her.

"Uh, I'm not sure. What goes on here?"

The girl smiled. "This is a women's club. It caters to women with Dominant interests...as well as to men with submissive interests. There are other activities as well."

I paused again. I had some vague notions of what dominant and submissive interests meant, but knew little about it.

"Could you tell me a bit more?"

She smiled back, gently, and replied, "If you wish to learn more, go thru the door on your right and wait in that room. I'll have one of the members come out to talk to you in detail."

I thanked her, and I walked thru the door.

***

It was a small office with several cubicles which allowed relatively private conferences. A few chairs were placed against the front wall, but there was little else in the way of comforts. I sat and waited.

A few minutes later, a woman came in from the rear of the room. She smiled at me, standing fairly close to my chair and looking down at my face before I had a chance to politely rise in greeting. She looked down at me, her closeness preventing me from rising. Her eyes scanned me, evaluating my body it seemed, watching for my reactions to her proximity. I could smell her cologne...and her body. I felt myself beginning to react.

"Why don't you join me. We can talk a bit about the club..."

She turned and led me into one of the cubicles. There, I noticed the chair I was directed to was lower than hers, and unupholstered. I was forced to look up at her face again when I made eye contact.

"So tell me--what do you feel about serving women?"

"What? Not sure what you mean..."

"Well, we are feminists here. The roles of men within this club are subservient to those of the women members. For a man to even so much as enter, he must be able to assure us that he is willing to be of service to the women here and not make any demands for himself."

I smiled. I also began to react physically to what was being implied and not very well concealed. "Just what kind of subservience are you referring to?"

She smiled back. "I think you know very well. We are talking about a theme primarily sexual in nature, although it has other facets as well. Part of your commitment would be to provide sexual service to the women here, on demand, and expect no pleasure in return."

I took a moment to absorb her meaning. I also felt myself becoming visibly aroused--and I am sure she saw it. She smiled.

"C-could you tell me a bit more? Just how does this work in practice?"

"Certainly. Men who wish to serve here voluntarily enter thru the door at the rear of the entry. There, they are stripped, their clothes placed under lock and key until they are ready to leave. They are then placed in a chastity device for the duration of their time in service here, handcuffed behind their backs and collared and leashed. They are led into their service area and could then be placed in a number of possible situations.

"For whatever time they are scheduled, they remain in service. They have no say in who they provide their services for and they are subject to some forms of punishment as well for any shortcomings or hesitation. Depending on their level of service agreement, they are then released, their clothes returned and they are sent off on their way until their next time here. Some, if in punishment, may be required to keep their chastity devices locked on until their return."

I gasped at that, and I felt my own hardness growing harder at the very idea of it.

"So, for a newcomer, what happens first? Where do your men start?"

"That can depend. Some have prior experience or know their limits pretty well. Others have to enter and move forward slowly, a step at a time. We retain control of those things and know our men very well. Experience is a good teacher. We won't violate anyone's agreement, but with some men we know well when and how to push them to deeper submission.

"For most newcomers, you would sign on for a single night's service, usually for an hour or two. You'd be stripped, chastity belted, collared and handcuffed. Most are also blindfolded. You'd be led into the use area on a leash, then most often strapped to a low use rack. There, women would be able to straddle your face and lower themselves to your mouth for service. You would be required to use your mouth to pleasure them, and your body would be available to punish and abuse within limits to encourage your service. When your agreed service period ended, you'd be released from the rack, led back to the entry room where your chastity device would be removed and your clothes returned. You would dress under supervision, to ensure you did not attempt to pleasure yourself while on the property, which would result in a major punishment. You would then be free to return home."

My eyes widened at all this. I found myself becoming extremely aroused, and I was unable to hide it from the smiling woman who stared unabashedly at it.

"Perhaps you'd like to try it briefly, say for a single hour?"

I had things to do that night, places to go and people to see. For reasons I could not understand yet, I said, "Yes, I think I would."

She pressed a button on an intercom and announced, "New novice coming in." She then rose and ordered, "Follow me."

The men's entry area was directly behind the reception desk. There, I saw a large room with a number of cubicles around the outside perimeter of the room. A couple of these were in use as I noted women locking on chastity devices on incoming men. One wore something my guide told me was a "Tollyboy" chastity belt. It looked to be made of strong stainless steel, locked on and would clearly take an extraordinary effort to remove without the key. The other was being fitted with a cock cage of sorts, a series of rings that encircled the length of his shaft. I could tell that if he became erect, his cock would suffer.

"Indeed, I think the cage would be right for you. It would help you keep your mind on your duties, and would allow the girls to tease you unmercifully while you served."

She led me to one of the empty cubicles, then pulled out a small drawer fitted with a lock. She unlocked it, then ordered, "Strip!"

I looked around the room. The cubicles did nothing to hide me as I began removing my clothes. A minute later, everything I wore was in the drawer and it was quickly locked and stored away.

From a rack of toys on the wall, she selected a pair of handcuffs and a fairly heavy collar, leather, perhaps three inches wide. It had rings attached and could be locked. She had them locked on me in seconds. She then glanced down at my rapidly hardening member, smiled, and said, "Ah yes, I think a cage would be the best for you at this stage, to help punish you for your erection.

"Stand still, and spread your legs!"

I obeyed, almost on reflex. She seemed to approve of that. She also seemed to be expecting it. What I did not expect was the bowl of ice water that suddenly engulfed my cock and balls, causing my erection to instantly shrink into oblivion. As I briefly screamed, her hands worked my now flaccid cock into the cage and locked it on me.

She looked into my eyes, briefly, then said, "I think this once we'll let you keep your sight. Sometimes the reactions from the eyes of a new boy can be very entertaining to the women as they use you."

With that, she hooked a leash onto my collar and pulled on it once, forcing me to follow.

***

The main "use room", as it was called, looked like a well-appointed nightclub. It included a stage, tables, and any number of fixtures to which men could be attached to present them for the use of the women. Many were already occupied, some of them by men who were obviously bound in some discomfort. I was led to one of the most common types of low benches--about knee-high, with a number of straps which could totally immobilize me. A moment later, I was strapped down.

"Sometimes, a Mistress will talk to you. Generally there are only two things which you are allowed to say--either 'Yes, Mistress", or "Please Mistress, mercy!". Anything else, expect to be punished. Serve well and perhaps you'll avoid punishment. Come hell or high water, you'll be here the next hour."

With that, she took something that looked like a time card and inserted it into a nearby machine, recording the time my duty started. She then walked away, leaving me to my ordeal.

***

I was left alone for a short time. I heard women nearby moaning in pleasure, probably in orgasm in some cases. And there were also the muffled moans of men serving and suffering. I already felt my arousal returning, as my cock began to swell against the confining rings of the cage. Only half hard, I began to feel distinctly uncomfortable as my imprisoned cock met the steel.

A woman appeared beside me. Very attractive, she was a brunette, well-built, wearing a bustier which left both her breasts and her genital area exposed. Her pussy was very close to my face, and I smelled her arousal already. My cock began to grow again, and was soon met with the painfully confining rings of the cage.

She saw it and smiled. I thought I could actually see her pussy moistening before my eyes, and I am sure her scent intensified as I stared at it. She shifted her position a bit, and I tried to follow her by turning my head, but quickly realized that the strap across my forehead would absolutely prevent my head from moving. As she saw my futile attempts to move, she moved. Closer.

Seconds later, she was straddling my face, perhaps an inch or two over me. Now, I could smell nothing else but her arousal. My cock began to strain painfully against the rings as I was forced to breathe her scent deeply. One of her fingers began to gently caress her clit, making her lips open. I moaned, yearning to thrust my tongue into her, or to move away. I could do neither.

Finally, she lowered herself to my mouth. She was facing my body, so her anus was directly above my eyes--I could see nothing else. My nose was buried in her opened vagina, and her upper lips were thrust hard against my mouth. As I struggled briefly, I felt her fingers take hold of one of my nipples, then begin to squeeze. As I began to feel the pain there, my mouth opened. Her lips pushed inside as I moaned again, barely able to breathe. Finally, I knew what I was required to do. I began to lick.

I explored her cunt briefly, licking her lips, then between them. As I found the right places, her fingers relaxed their pressure. When my tongue attacked her clit a bit too hard, I felt her fingernails digging into me, and I uttered a muffled scream, much like what I had heard from the other men earlier. Slowly, by reading her sometimes painful signals to my body, I began to respond effectively to her direction and her arousal neared orgasm.

She relaxed a bit then. Interesting, I thought, the way willing lovers often pace themselves with each other's feelings in mind, yet here, where my feelings were totally irrelevant, she was able to stretch out her pleasure as long as she desired--or, if she wanted, rush it to completion as fast as she wished.

She pushed harder a moment later, and I read her signals and sped the motions of my tongue, now learning to gently butterfly her clit on her command. At one point, following a very deep moan from her, I felt what must have been a moistened finger briefly caressing the head of my swollen and imprisoned cock. Was that a reward, or a punishment? I suspect it was a reward, or as close to a reward as I would be likely to see, since a few minutes later I attacked her clit with my tongue a bit too aggressively and immediately felt her hand squeezing my balls hard enough to bring forth another muffled scream from me.

Finally, she came, and came hard. Her body buffeted my face as she bounced on my mouth with all her weight. I gasped when I could find those rare opportunities to breathe; I swallowed the river of juice that flowed into my mouth. I knew she had finished when she just collapsed onto my face, her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into my flesh. She relaxed there for a time, as I tried to find air, struggling futilely against the straps holding me down. I think she enjoyed that as well.

She rose, and I gulped breaths of air, still saturated with her strong scent. She leaned back just far enough to make eye contact with me. Was she going to express appreciation? Criticize me for failure? No. She uttered two words: "Clean me."

She lowered herself to my mouth once more. I began to lick her again, removing the juices that had dripped out of her and swallowing them. With her sitting harder again on my mouth, I thrust my tongue inside and began to suck out the juice remaining inside until it was gone. She rose, and wordlessly walked away. I had been used for the first time. My face would remain soiled with her juices.

Two other women used me in much the same way. As my mouth tired, I felt more and more of their fingernails on my nipples. The fourth of the night, a black women of relatively mediocre attractiveness, found my tongue tiring beyond her willingness to tolerate it. There was a pause, then my nipples erupted in severe pain. I screamed, and my tongue found renewed life as I proceeded to lick her to orgasm. It was not until she too had been satisfied and cleaned by my mouth that she rose, and I saw the steel nipple clamps standing up from my chest, their teeth biting hard into my nipples. They weren't removed until I had serviced several more women, and I screamed again with the pain when they were finally released.

I had lost track of time. I knew only the constant scent of their cunts, the weight of their bodies pressing onto my face, the taste of the juices which my helpless mouth was forced to swallow. Suddenly, my initial guide appeared at my face.

"Your hour is up, boy. Time for you to be released." She undid the straps holding me to the bench, but promptly relocked my wrists behind my back. Indeed, they wanted to make sure that I didn't touch my suffering cock, even within the cage.

"We have a treat tonight, something you might want to watch. Interested?"

"Uh, yes, Mistress."

She smiled. "You learn fast, boy. Nothing like eating pussy for an hour or two to make a new boy compliant."

She brought me to my knees and led me to a position facing the small stage.

"We have a prisoner coming in tonight. He is about to be initiated."

I hesitated, my mind filled with questions. She saw it in my eyes, and told me, "You may ask questions if you wish, speak freely. Just remember to use proper forms of address."

"Yes, Mistress. I was curious about what the prisoners are..."

She smiled, this time one of distinct cruelty. "The prisoners are literally that--prisoners from the local detention facility. We have an agreement with them to provide some of the men convicted of rape, sexual assault or other crimes against women an alternative to prolonged imprisonment. It is exceedingly unpleasant for them, but it is both much more effective and far shorter than a twenty to life sentence would be in prison. And we turn a profit on them as well.

A hush fell over the audience as two Mistresses brought out the prisoner. He was still dressed in the orange prison jumpsuit and wearing government issue irons--five-point restraints. And he was also wearing some kind of a hood over his head keeping him blinded.

"Ladies, this is John G..... He has been convicted of multiple rape and assault, against a mother and her teenage daughter. He abducted them at knife point and spent a weekend raping, beating and abusing them. A month after the incident, they are both still in the hospital. This pig has confessed to his crimes and been sentenced to life, with possibility of parole in 15 years.

There was a round of boos from the audience, along with a few cries of "Rip his balls off!", and the like. The Mistress on stage then announced, "But he has been offered an alternative to being fucked in prison every day for the next twenty years. He has chosen to accept our offer of hospitality here in our facility and undergo corrective training. He will be here a minimum of three years, following which he will be evaluated by both our own staff and representatives from the parole board. When we and they agree that he has been rendered incapable of ever hurting a fly, he will be released into a halfway house and be prepared for reentry into society. Of course, this release will include a job for him--most likely as a serving slave in one of our own households."

This engendered a round of laughter. I could see the man shaking at the prospects, probably having second thoughts.

"Enough talk. Time to begin his treatment..."

His hood was suddenly pulled off. As he blinked his eyes trying to become accustomed to the spotlights in his face, the audience broke out in laughter. He reddened in embarrassment and pulled briefly against his chains.

The two Mistresses holding him tightened their grip as the third brought out a large knife. Smiling, she caressed him with the point of the knife, at his throat, his belly, even at his groin. His face revealed a level of fear he had probably never experienced in his life.

"You see what your victims felt when you held the knife at their throats? Believe me, if we slipped and cut you wide open, we'd have nothing to do but file a couple of reports and clean up the blood. I suggest you hold still..."

She slipped the knife into the sleeve of his jumpsuit, working around the irons, and began slicing up the sleeves. Both sleeves fell off his arms as they were sliced. The legs were next, right up to the hips. She then cut down from his throat to his groin, and seconds later the entire suit fell off him, leaving him naked. He was well aware that he would have no need of clothing for some time into the future.

She nicked his flaccid cock with the blade, making him shudder visibly. "Not much there in the way of a hard on, eh? What's the matter, can't get it up when you're not torturing someone?" His face got another shade redder as he remained silent, absolutely petrified.

"Well, no need. You won't be allowed to get it up for quite some time. Maybe ever."

It was clear he had not been briefed on the details of his impending incarceration. The woman brought out a small cylinder, one with a small but very effective lock attached. There was a bit of applause from some of the women when they saw it.

"Ah yes, ladies. Talking with his parole officers, the arresting officers and others from the department about this case, we have agreed that this pig will be locked into the Kali's Teeth for a substantial part of his sentence." More applause.

I asked my guide, "Mistress, what is the Kali's Teeth?"

She smiled down cruelly at me. "You remember the pain you feel when you try to get hard in that cage?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"Imagine needlepoints encasing your entire cock instead of the rings. Believe me, even half an erection would have you screaming." I shuddered at the thought as I watched the Mistress open the device. Indeed, I could see the points glistening in the spotlight from where I sat. The points were long and could penetrate deep into his cockflesh. Mistress smiled at me and threatened, "Perhaps, someday, if you earn punishment, you might wear one of those yourself for a few days..."

I shuddered at that, visibly shaken at the thought. Still, my own fears were set aside quickly as I witnessed the prisoner locked into the Kali's Teeth. The Mistress of ceremonies then took a moistened finger and caressed the head of his cock briefly, much as one of the ladies had done with me. I could see the man's cock begin to erect, and seconds later he began to moan, even to scream as the pain took hold of him.

"Such a selfish little man! Even now, you think only of your own pleasure when it should be serving the needs of the women you see before you that should be your only concern. Well, now you shall see what your selfishness brings you--only pain. And that thing will remain locked on you until we see some improvement in your attitude."

The pain remained clear and visible on his face as he was brought to stand under an overhead winch. His legs were placed in a spreader bar and separated about three feet. His wrists, still locked behind him, were hooked up to the winch which began to hoist them up high behind his back.

When he was bent over at a painful right angle and his arms pulled straight up behind him, the winch finally stopped. The Mistress then stood at his side holding a malacca cane. He must have had some knowledge of the cane, because his eyes looked horrified when he saw it.

"Yes, pig, your suffering will start soon. But first, one more little reminder..."

Another woman came out with a bit of steel in her hands. It was a heavy ring, split into two halves. She proceeded to position it around his balls, which were stretched a bit over an inch away from his body. He began to moan when he felt the weight of it, dragging his balls down.

"Your balls aren't yours anymore--they're ours. And as they swell up and begin to hurt as the sperm builds up inside them with no way to relieve the pressure, they will hurt more and more every day. Each week, you'll get more weight and a greater stretch, until you're carrying almost ten pounds and stretched almost four inches. Later, if you earn a punishment, we think a light ball beating will go a long way to proving our point."

His fear level was rising rapidly. And it took another jump when the Mistress wound up with the cane and let loose her first stroke on the underside of his ass.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaiiiigggghhhh!!!"

There was some laughter in the audience, as well as a smattering of applause at his first scream. He lunged in his restraints, straining his already tortured shoulders as he struggled. And his balls swung wildly, adding to his pain load.

She waited perhaps a minute for his reactions to calm down...then struck again. Once more, his screams echoed thru the hall as the onlooking audience expressed their approval. Some of them ground harder on faces strapped down under them, serving, as they enjoyed the intense scene being enacted before them. My own eyes widened in disbelief as I saw the depth of the man's suffering as he bore a total of two dozen strokes of the cane.

"For now, pig, your caning is over. You'll get at least the same once a week as long as you're in our care. This is punishment for your crime--not for violations you commit here. Should you be found wanting in ANY respect by any of our ladies here, there will be additional punishments. For now, think about who owns your body, about who you will be serving, and about learning to give pleasure, at whatever the cost, instead of demanding it from your helpless victims. For you, the days of taking pleasure are over."

With that, she walked away. Several of the ladies present approached the suffering man and began touching him, teasing, caressing, exploring his displayed body as the rest of the room watched. I thought I saw the beginning of a tear...

My Mistress looked down at me and smiled. "Not to worry--you won't be experiencing anything that intense unless you go out of your way to earn it. The prisoner will be starting his service in the ladies room in about half an hour, serving as an alternative to the toilet paper. We'll see how he feels about cleaning soiled pussy with his tongue for a few hours, then maybe he'll spend some rest time in a cage hanging above the main room."

I was in awe. I could not imagine suffering to that depth, especially while forced to remain in such a painful chastity device. He would indeed be paying a steep price for his crimes.

A tug on my leash brought me back to reality. "Up, boy. Your hour is up, and you've finished watching the show for now. You can be freed to go home now if you'd like..."

She escorted me back to the male's locker room where I was released from my restraints and allowed to dress under the close supervision of two of the women, who made sure I made no move to touch myself. My face was still soiled from the juices of the women I had served earlier, and I was not given the opportunity to wash.

I would return...

Master Ivan

11/2008

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