Harem House Chapter 32 Deleted Scene

Author’s Note: Okay, folks, this is something that got left on the cutting room floor. In the initial outline for Chapter 32, I wrote a whole section where Arthur, Beth, and Kat left the restaurant and went to a BDSM club. In the released version, they went to the house instead, but initially, they went to the club. I wasn’t happy with the draft, and I think you’ll agree it gets a little ridiculous. It just felt wrong. I tried editing a few times, but the morning I was supposed to post it, I decided to rewrite the entire thing instead.

So, this is an obviously non-canon, AU/whatever, deleted scene from Chapter 32, where Arthur, Beth, and Kat go to the club instead of the house. It’s not perfect or polished, but I thought you might find some of it fun, informative, or hot. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into what might have been! 

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“You’ll need collars when we get to the club.” Arthur said. “And I’ll be our designated driver home, but for now, Brat, you drive. Beth needs some practice.” 

Kat rolled her eyes. “You drive. She can suck your dick from the passenger seat.” 

“I need to instruct her.” Arthur said. “It’s too distracting. You can drive my car.” He offered her the keys. 

“It’s your car. You drive.” 

The slap shouldn’t have surprised Beth, but the swift strike of Arthur’s palm against Kat’s ass was louder than she expected. She checked their surroundings, turning her head wildly, only to see the parking lot was full of cars and empty of people. 

“Behave.” Arthur said, his voice dark as he opened the driver’s door for Kat. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kat said, her voice sultry rather than resentful like Beth expected. She slunk into the car, and Arthur closed the door. 

Jealousy overtook Beth’s incredulity. A spike of it stung her and then fled as she reminded herself what this was. A fling. A good time. Arthur wasn’t hers. If anything, he was Kat’s. She would have to find her own man or deal with sharing this one. Both prospects sounded ludicrous to her, but her body stopped caring about right, wrong, tradition, and everything else during dinner. The moment she’d touched her tongue to his cock, it didn’t matter if he was hers. She was his. At least for the night. 

“Ready to go?” Arthur asked, opening the backseat door for Beth. 

Beth stared at him, not answering. Arthur’s eyes wandered down, and Beth hurriedly fixed her dress, but he wasn’t looking at the fabric or her body. 

“You have your purse and phone. We’re waiting for you to make your decision. Either you get in this car, and we all go have fun at the club for a few hours. Or, you go to your car, drive home, and wait for me in the office tomorrow when Mindy and I arrive to deliver your punishment for bailing.” Arthur said. He held up his phone. “Remember. I own you, Miss Rian.” His voice took on that edge again, the same tone he used whenever he stepped into the role of her villainous, morally gray master. 

She wondered if he enjoyed it. He was good at it, but it seemed to her as though he were two different people, and she wondered which was the real one. His eyes pierced hers, and her molten heart beat loudly in her ears, the ring of her nerves tingling her skin in the cooler night air. She swallowed, stepped forward, and ducked into the car without another word. 

“Scoot over.” Arthur said, gesturing. 

Beth put her hands under her and shifted to sit behind the passenger seat. Arthur stepped into the back seat and sat as Kat finished adjusting the chair and mirrors. 

“We could have just taken my car.” Kat said. 

“Fair.” Arthur said. “But I just finished cleaning your backseat, and we might mess this one up again.” He winked at the rearview mirror, and Kat smirked at him but didn’t answer as she started the car. 

Beth’s gaze flitted between them, unsure of what to do next. 

“Lay across the bench.” Arthur instructed. “Head in my lap.” He patted his thigh. 

Beth did as she was told. She put her purse on the floor and fell sideways, resting her head on his thigh. Arthur moved her, shifting her, and then he surprised her. He unzipped his fly and pulled his hard-again cock from it with one hand. His right hand scooped her breasts, popping them free from her bra and spilling them over her neckline. Her nipples hardened at the sudden exposure, and Arthur palmed her breast, groping her. 

Beth propped herself on her elbow and, without being told, took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her brown hair falling forward to cover his lap as she subtly moved her head and sucked, stroking him at his base with her hand failing to close around his thick cock. 

Arthur played with her breasts, teasing her nipples, and Kat started to follow the GPS instructions wherever they led. 

Beth lost herself in the ecstasy of Arthur’s firm touch. His grasp on her breast drove her breath from her lungs, even as she sucked more in through her nose. Her cheeks dimpled with the effort of sucking him, though since he’d already blown one load into Kat, she thought her efforts were useless. 

Arthur moved his hand from breast to breast and then down her torso, shifting her skirt aside. 

Beth spread her legs for him, propping her foot on the seat and leaving the other on the floor. Her knee to the ceiling, she granted him access and shifted her hips, silently begging him to finger her.

He obliged. 

Beth moaned against his cock as he slid a finger along her crevice, flicking her clit with a swirl of his middle finger. He stroked downward, and she moaned again. “Please.” Beth gasped. 

“You want me to finger you?” Arthur asked. “Or do you want something… more?” 

Beth swallowed. She wanted more, but did she want her first time to be here, in the backseat of a moving car? No. “Finger.” She answered. “For now.” 

Arthur brought his finger to her lips, and she made a face. He pressed his fingertip against her closed, plump lips. 

Beth parted her lips, and Arthur pushed his finger into her mouth. She suckled, licking her tongue across it and clenching her eyes shut at the strange taste. She knew the sweet and sour taste was from herself, but now that she had given herself to him, she followed his insistent orders. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, withdrawing his finger and reaching across her. He hooked his finger into her pussy, sliding it along her folds until he found her hole and pushed into it the same way he’d pushed into her mouth. 

Beth seized his cock in her grasp and gasped, arching her back. His finger pumped in and out of her, sliding along her squeezing vaginal muscles while his palm rubbed her clit, trapping it beneath his unrelenting grip. She moaned, and Arthur’s other hand moved her lips to his cock. She opened her mouth obediently and took a deep breath before he lifted his hips and pumped his cock into her throat. She glugged, gulping as she reflexively swallowed at the intrusion into her throat. Then he withdrew, letting her take another breath before he did it again. 

Beth squirmed, but Arthur’s arm pinned her in place, and she grasped it with both hands, riding his fingers as he pumped her cock into her face. Her eyes teared and watered, ruining her makeup and hair, but she didn’t give a fuck. She wanted release, not from his grasp, his fingers, or his cock. She wanted release from the pressure inside her, focused entirely inside her, beneath his pumping finger. She was soaked, and the dress she wore felt like nothing more than a rag around her torso. 

“Cum for me.” Arthur told her when she started pumping her hips in time with his hand. 

She desperately rode his hand and sucked his cock, moving her head in time with his hips to swallow him as best she could, but never meeting the base of his cock like she wanted to. She stuck her tongue out to make more room, and Arthur groaned, so she did it again and again. 

“Cum for me.” Arthur said. 

Beth mewled, and Arthur pushed her head down, thrusting into her face until her soft nose smashed into his unyielding abs. She cried out, the violent motion shaking something loose within her and releasing the pent-up pressure like a broken valve. Her body clenched, curling up and shaking with the effort of release. She felt something squirt out of her, and she heard Arthur sigh. Then something was squirting out of him as his cock pulsed in her throat. She didn’t taste it until he released her head, and the salty-sweet taste of his cum lathered her tongue and filled her mouth with load after load issuing from him. 

She didn’t know what to do, so she didn’t swallow but kept it in her mouth until it filled her cheeks, and she coughed involuntarily. The spunk in her mouth shifted, going up her nose and dripping in a painful flinch of searing movement that made her wince and cough. She lifted her face from Arthur’s lap and sat up. His hand shifted from between her legs to her back, holding her steady as she coughed and wiped her face. The pearly liquid smeared on her hand, and she sniffed, swallowing it back down. She stared at the liquid on her hand and tentatively licked it, not knowing how else to clean it. 

“Wow.” Kat said after a second. “Never seen him shoot so much he went up someone’s nose before.” 

“Are you okay?” Arthur asked, patting Beth on her back. 

She nodded, not sure of what to say. 

“Looks like I’ll have to clean this backseat too.” Arthur laughed. 

Beth looked confused, but the smell hit her as she sat up. There was liquid of some kind on the door and the seat. Had she? No. It must have been from him, right? Girls didn’t do that. They didn’t… did she? 

She slid closer to Arthur, avoiding the wet spot, and looked at him. 

Arthur smiled. He kissed her, surprising her, and Beth melted into the kiss, throwing her arms around him and losing herself in the mindless pleasure. Her body settled, and the kiss was slow and comfortable rather than passionate. 

“Was I… was it good?” Beth asked. “Did I… did I make you cum more than usual?” 

Arthur’s smile was soft and endearing, and his villainous look was more confident than cruel. Beth wished she could be so confident. So casual about what they’d done. She didn’t feel confident or casual at all. She felt naked, even after she fixed her dress. Her nerves were raw, and his words had the chance to build her up or reduce her to rubble. 

“You were fantastic.” Arthur told her, kissing her again. “Did you enjoy that?” 

Beth looked at him but couldn’t bring herself to answer. She nodded instead, and he accepted that, holding her close. 

Beth closed her eyes, relaxing in his one-arm embrace. She opened them again when the car stopped, and Kat turned the engine off. 

“We’re here.” Kat said. 

Arthur straightened, adjusting his suit clothes. Beth sat up, reluctantly pulling away from Arthur as he removed his arm. 

“You two wait here.” He said. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Where are you going?” Kat asked, confused and slightly alarmed. Beth was alarmed, too, but she didn’t voice the question since Kat did. 

“I’m going to get something to preserve your anonymity.” Arthur explained. “Is that okay, or would you rather go in there as you are?” 

“Why would we need to preserve our anonymity? Are we going to see people from school there?” Kat asked. 

“We might, though it’s unlikely. I never have before. This is more for Beth than for you or me. A few people might recognize me since Lori and I came here before and made some acquaintances. Though they know me as Lance.” 

“Lance?” Kat asked. 

“We told people our names were Lance and Gwen. Short for–” 

“Lancelot and Guinevere.” Kat cut him off. “Cute.” 

“Don’t be jealous, Brat.” Arthur leaned forward and wrapped his arm around Kat’s middle, squeezing her breast as he kissed her cheek. 

“You might be able to tell me what to do, but don’t tell me how to feel.” Kat said, but the rebuff had no venom. She kissed him, and Arthur kissed her back. 

Beth shrank into the backseat, trying not to make things awkward. 

Arthur left the car, and Kat and Beth sat in silence. 

“You’re…” Beth started to break the silence but stopped when Kat turned in her seat to look at her. Beth looked away, turning to face the window and looking at the car next to theirs. 

“What?” Kat asked. 

“You’re really okay with… what we’re doing?” Beth asked. “It all seems so… unreal.” 

Kat considered her question for a moment. “I trust Arthur.” She said. “He… makes me feel amazing and gives me what I need. He takes care of me, more than just sexually, I mean. I am his submissive, and he is my sir. If he says he wants to fuck you, then he should fuck you. If he wants to help you, then he will help you. I know it feels weird sometimes, but… when you just let go of everything people expect and declare as normal and just… enjoy? It’s amazing.” 

Beth didn’t answer. She didn’t have an answer, but it aligned with her experience. Every time something started with Arthur, she knew what she should do and say. She knew what the right thing to do was, but then he’d smile that wicked grin and look at her with that look, and she’d drop to her knees for the chance of hearing him call her a good girl. 

“Nothing I’ve done with that man has been normal.” Kat said. “But… fuck. I’ve never been so exhausted from cumming so hard. Have you?” 

Beth shook her head no. 

“What about you?” Kat asked. “Are you enjoying it?” 

Beth nodded her head yes.

“Well, there you go then. You can stop anytime you want, right?” Kat asked. “He went over the safewords with you?” 

Beth nodded. 

“You talk even less than I do.” Kat said, scoffing. “Weird to be the more social one in the group.” 

“I’m just… I’m so ashamed.” Beth said, her words quiet. 

“In the words of Rani: Fuck that.” Kat said, shrugging. “There’s no shame in this car. No shame between us, or us and Arthur. This is a safe space where we can be as depraved as we want to be and enjoy whatever we enjoy. No shame. Do what you want, and we’ll do what we want. Or what Arthur wants, probably.” 

Beth tried to smile at that, but it was brittle and faded quickly. 

“Here he comes.” Kat said after a moment. “What’s in the bags?” 

Beth didn’t know either but learned when Arthur retook his seat in the car, pulled something out of the bag, and handed it to her. She stared at it, and a black featureless face looked back at her. The black rubber hood had two holes for the eyes, two small pinholes for breathing through her nose, and a large opening for her mouth. It cinched in the back with lace, with another hole at the top of the lace for her hair. 

With it, Arthur gave her a black leather collar with a stainless steel O-ring on the front. She stared at both on her lap, unmoving. 

Arthur passed a similar set to Kat, who produced the same mask and collar in bright pink instead of black. 

“Do I have to wear this?” Kat asked. “I’m not some bimbo.” 

“You are tonight.” Arthur said. “Tonight, the two of you are my brainless bimbo arm candy. Silent, unless spoken to, kneeling at my feet whenever I sit, and doing as you're told on pain of a very public punishment inside.” 

Kat and Beth turned their eyes to the club on the other side of the windshield. They looked at the masks again and then at each other. 

“You remember your safewords, right?” Arthur asked. 

Both girls nodded. 

“Good. Now put the hoods on, or I’ll put them on for you.” Arthur said, sitting back and getting comfortable. 

Beth shifted her hair behind her and pulled it into a ponytail. She figured out how to put the hood on and pull her ponytail through the hole. Kat had more difficulty with her hair since it was too short to pull back, but in the end, she gave up and pulled the hood over her hair, shifting it toward the back. Beth put the collar on but couldn’t buckle it behind her. Arthur buckled it for her and did the same for Kat. 

He stepped out of the car and helped them out. The rubber/latex/whatever mask was warm, except for the openings. Spotting herself in the mirror, Beth noticed her makeup was horrendous. She fixed it as Kat adjusted her skirt and Arthur tightened the laces on her hood. 

He did the same for Beth, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it into the backseat. “Leave your purses and phones.” Arthur said. “They’re not allowed inside.” 

Kat frowned but tossed her phone into her purse and threw the bag onto the passenger seat. Beth did the same. Then Arthur pulled two more things out of the bags. A pink leather leash and a black. He attached the leashes to the collars and put one on each wrist. 

“Walk with your hands behind your back.” Arthur instructed. 

Beth watched Kat take the position, her hands holding the opposite elbow. She mirrored the position, which straightened her back and thrust out her chest. She looked down, making sure her breasts were tucked away beneath the scooped neckline. She was presentable, but the lack of her panties was never more apparent once she started walking and felt the slick juices she’d released lubricating her thighs as they rubbed together while the trio walked to the door. 

The outside of the club wasn’t impressive. The parking lot was poorly lit. The building was a warehouse with a single sign. Cathedral. That was all it said, in red light on a black sign. She didn’t even know where the front door was until she spotted a small door on the side of the building. She stepped close behind Arthur, plenty of slack in the leash. She wouldn’t have felt safe if she were alone, but Arthur? Arthur looked like a superhero. He could handle anyone who might attack them. 

“You’re sure this is safe, sir?” Kat asked. 

“It’s members only.” Arthur said. “They do background checks. As my guests, I’m responsible for you, so I try not to break anything. If someone asks if they can do something to you, just say no if I don’t beat you to it. If they disobey the rules, they will be banned and physically removed, so everyone is always on their best behavior. You’ll see.” 

Beth swallowed, walking behind him and wondering what she was doing there. 

“What should I tell people my name is if you go by Lance?” Kat asked. 

“Oh, that’s easy.” Arthur said, turning to look at Kat. “You’re Brat.” He looked at Beth. “You’re Bitch.” 

Kat scoffed. 

Arthur spanked her breast for the indignation, and Kat stamped her foot, eliciting a second slap on her breast. Light and playful, but Beth imagined they stung enough to remind her of her place. 

“Yes, Sir.” Beth said, beating Kat to her reluctant “Yes, Sir.” 

Arthur held the door for them behind him, and a bouncer moved to help him. Inside, the immediate space was little more than a lobby. Soft music from the other side of a thick velvet door floated into the well-lit room directly ahead. To the left, a smaller glass door showed a shop where Arthur must have purchased their hoods, collars, and leashes. Beth wondered how much they were but decided to check on the way out. The store had other things that piqued her curiosity, but she didn’t have time to examine anything before the taut leash pulled her along. 

Arthur walked to the desk, pulled out his wallet, and provided a card. The girl in a pleather corset with an insane amount of piercings on her face and a spiked collar scanned it. She eyed the three of them, and Beth looked down at her shoes, refusing to meet her gaze. Kat held her gaze in defiance or boldness; Beth couldn’t tell which. 

“Are either of your guests members?” The girl asked, her voice surprisingly feminine and high for as tough as her tattoos made her look. 

“No, they’re simply guests.” Arthur said. 

“Are they playing tonight?” The girl asked. 

“Yes.” Arthur said, answering for them. 

The girl lifted her eyes to Beth, and Beth wasn’t sure what to do, so she nodded. She repeated the ritual with Kat, who nodded. 

“Okay.” The girl said. She pulled two papers out and slid them across the counter. “They’ll need to read and sign these.”

Beth stepped forward and looked over the paper, reading it but barely taking any of it in. Most of the rules seemed to apply to dominants. Describing what they could or couldn’t do. Some of it was a safety waiver for using the equipment in the play areas at their own risk. It all read pretty standard, and nothing there spiked her fear. She signed it but made her signature nearly illegible, just in case. Kat did the same, but her handwriting was flawless, and her signature was a series of swoops and curls that made her name beautiful on the page. 

Beth wasn’t sure why that spiked her jealousy, but she slid the page back to the attendant, who smiled and took the forms. 

“That’ll be forty dollars.” 

“We left our purses in the car.” Beth said, sounding worried. “He said–” 

“I said to be quiet unless spoken to.” Arthur said, pulling out his wallet. “Don’t worry. I told you. Tonight is my treat. I’ll teach you to mind my orders when we get to the play area.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Kat said, and Beth echoed her. 

The attendant took his card, swiped it, and passed him a receipt which he pocketed. “Enjoy your night.”

Arthur nodded. “Thank you, Rebecca.” He said, but Beth didn’t spot a nametag anywhere. “Come along, girls.” He tugged the leashes, and Beth followed, retaking her stance as Kat retook hers. 

A bouncer by the velvet doors stopped them and went over both with a wand. The tight purple shirt with the yellow SECURITY written across it made Beth feel like smiling at the absurd colors on the grim, thickly muscled man. The wand didn’t chirp or signal some kind of alarm as it passed in front, behind, and on either side of them, so he waved them through and pushed open the door. “Enjoy your night.” 

“Thank you, Hank.” Arthur said, stepping through and pulling the girls after him. 

The other side of the velvet door was louder, the music pumping from a stage to their left where a woman was suspended in some strapped rigging. Her naked body twisted, and she spun like an inverted ballerina, her pointed toes to the ceiling and arms toward the floor. A woman standing beside her in a corseted bodysuit struck her behind with a crop and gestured. People sitting in front of the stage seemed to pay attention to whatever she was saying, but Beth couldn’t make it out. 

To their right, the near wall was a large overstocked bar, with a section of standing tables and a dance floor straight ahead. The red velvet on the walls mingled with dark stained wood to present a classy, elegant chic to the area. Beth wondered how much membership at a place like this cost. 

Not that she intended to ever come here again. 

What caught her attention, however, was the swaths of areas between them and the distant stage on the other side of the warehouse. Comfortable chairs and sofas were littered throughout in red carpeted areas, intermingling with furniture pieces Beth didn’t recognize. Black leather and stainless steel constructs stood, for the most part, unused, except for a few people who seemed to be enjoying the fate of a man stretched face-down across a standing X, a paddle in his tormenter’s hand striking his ass to the light applause of their observers. 

Beth’s face flushed with heat as she noticed a few people at the bar, men and women, noticing them. Arthur walked with confidence, but Beth and Kat staggered behind him, still taking in their surroundings. 

“Three waters and… an Oktoberfest.” Arthur said, finally giving in to a treat. “Actually, make that Oktoberfest a whiskey. Maker’s. Two fingers. Dry.” 

The topless woman behind the bar nodded at him and went to work. 

“Holy shit. Lance? Is that you?” 

Arthur turned, and Kat and Beth turned with him to see a shorter, muscled man walking toward them. A woman in what appeared to be a full puppy costume crawled behind him, her leash in his hands. The padded mittens and leg bindings had her crawling as though her knees were feet, and Beth wondered if the wagging narrow tail was part of the costume or went inside it, given where it was in the black leather bodysuit. 

“Hey.” Arthur said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it, holding their leashes in his left hand. “How are you doing, Will?” 

“I’m great.” Will said. “You remember Fuckmutt, of course.” He gestured to the puppy. 

“Sure.” Arthur said, nodding to the woman, who yipped in greeting from the other side of her canine-shaped hood. “This is Brat and Bitch.” Arthur said, gesturing to Kat and Beth. 

“Nice to meet you.” Will greeted them quickly before returning his attention to Arthur and leaning against the bar. “Where’s Princess? Are you two not together anymore?” 

“No, she uh… it was mutual.” Arthur said. “Kinda.” He shrugged. “She decided to pursue her career instead and moved across the country.” 

“Oh, man, that sucks.” Will said, offering as little condolence as possible. “I’d say condolences, but you’re clearly doing well. You’ve got two smokin’ hot subs now? Sounds like you traded up.” 

Arthur laughed, but there was something hollow about it that Beth didn’t like. She looked at him and then at Kat, whose eyes never seemed to leave Arthur, even though there was so much to see here. 

“Are you going to do a demonstration tonight?” Will asked. “I’m sure Lydia could use a break.” 

Arthur looked toward the stage and smiled slightly. “We’re just here to play a while and maybe introduce Bitch to some Doms.” 

“Oh, are you not together?” Will asked, looking at Beth with a more carefully examining look in his eye. Beth shifted, not sure what to do when someone was so clearly leering at her cleavage and caressing her thigh with his gaze. 

“She’s with me tonight but looking to meet people. I thought we might mingle a bit.” Arthur said, taking his whiskey from the topless bartender as she passed it to him. 

“Well, you know how it is. There are always plenty of guys looking for a sub. What are you into?” Will asked Beth. 

Beth looked away from Will to Arthur. 

“It’s okay.” Arthur said. “You can answer him.” 

Will smirked at Arthur and rolled his eyes. 

“I… don’t know.” Beth answered, unsure of what to say. “I’m new. I like spanking. And uh… sucking cock?” 

“Don’t be nervous.” Will said. “You’ll fit right in. We’re all freaks here. This is our sanctuary, right? Our cathedral.” 

“Oh.” Kat said, chiming in. “Now the name makes sense.” 

“And what about this one?” Will asked, turning his attention to Kat. 

“She’s mine.” Arthur said in such a tone that Beth noticed Kat’s normally hard expression melt. 

“Damn, man. Stop hogging all the hot ones. There aren’t enough female subs to go around.” Will laughed when he said it, but Beth detected some sincerity in his voice as he walked away. 

“Bye, Will. Bye Fuckmutt.” Arthur said. “We’ll see you in the play area?” 

Will nodded and yanked twice on Fuckmutt’s leash as he led her back to their table. He sat at one against the far wall, and Fuckmutt had a plate, or dish, on the floor. 

Wow, Beth thought, there was no shame here. No judgment. Only like-minded people here to enjoy themselves and their common kinks. A sanctuary of freaks. She liked the sound of that, even if she’d never self-identified that way until Arthur and Mindy lured her into debauchery.

Arthur sat at the bar, and Beth stood behind him and off to the side, unsure if she should sit. She followed Kat’s lead and stood. Though her shoes weren’t very comfortable. She’d worn heels tonight, not particularly tall ones, but they weren’t made for standing. 

Kat also had short heels on, pink to match her dress, and now her hood, though her hood was a brighter pink. 

“Play area, huh?” Kat asked. “Are we playing tonight, Master?” 

“I thought we might.” Arthur said. “What do you think, Bitch? Do you want your first time to be here? With an audience? That would certainly make for a unique experience.” 

Beth had never thought about it before, but the more she did, the more she liked the idea. Virginity had always been something almost sacred in her mind but with a certain amount of shame attached. There was no shame here. No one expected her to have shame here. On the contrary, the social pressure was toward being shameless. So… why not? Why not let Arthur take her here, on one of those strange furniture pieces, with fellow freaks cheering her on? 

Anyone could remember their first time being a shameful, private moment between two awkward young people who didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted a better first time. She wanted to cum on Arthur’s cock and wring him dry. She wanted him to take her, bare her in front of these people, and pound her until she forgot her name was Beth and only answered to Bitch. 

The idea started her heart pumping, her blood flowing, and her pussy watering. She licked her lips and nodded. 

“While we’re here. When someone like me asks you a question like that - if you want it - you have to answer ‘Yes, please’ or it’s not consent.” Arthur said. 

She remembered that rule, oversized, bold, and in red on the form she’d signed. 

“You can also add an honorific, such as Sir or Madam, but only call people that if you have permission.” Arthur added. 

“May I… May I call you sir?” Beth asked. 

“Yes, please.” Arthur said, smiling. “Both of you.” 

“May I… speak, sir?” Beth asked. 

“Yes, please.” Arthur said, sipping his whiskey. 

“I… want that. Please. Sir.” Beth said. 

“What do you want?” Arthur asked. 

“I want you to fuck me. Sir. Here. In front of these people. I want you to… t-t-take me. B-bare me. F-fuck me. Please.” Beth said, stuttering through her nervousness under Kat’s watchful eye. 

“Is that what you want?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes, please. Sir.” Beth said, nodding. 

“Okay.” Arthur nodded. He gestured to the water on the bar beside him. “Drink at least a little bit.” He said, and Beth obeyed. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she had a straw to suck on, and water filled her veins. 

Arthur waited until she and Kat finished drinking, then he tugged their leashes and walked them away from the bar. “Keep your clothes on until we get to the play area.” He said, but they reached it soon enough. 

Dividing the hardwood floor, half-wall borders fenced in the armchairs, sofas, and steel furniture between the bar area and stage. Inside the half wall, cubby holes dotted the area, and Arthur came to a stop and nodded to them. 

“Alright, girls.” Arthur smiled. “Dresses off.” 

“I’m not taking this dress off.” Kat said. “You always do this, and you know it’s not going to happen.” 

Arthur stared at her, and the look in his eyes turned wolfish. “At home, I’d rip your clothes off you, but I can’t do that here. So we’ll improvise. Brat, would you like me to treat you harshly and strip you down here and now, in front of everyone, then punish you for defying me like you deserve?” 

Kat swallowed. She glanced at Beth, and Beth looked at her, unsure of what she should do. He’d asked Kat the question, but she wasn’t answering. So Beth stepped in. 

“Yes, p-please.” Beth said, her voice small and quiet. “Sir.” 

Arthur looked at Beth and stepped closer to her. For a moment, she worried he might tear her dress, but instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She staggered for a moment and gasped when she realized Will and Fuckmutt had followed them to the play area. Watching as they walked over but keeping a respectable distance. 

Arthur grabbed the zipper at the top of her shoulders and drew his fist down her spine, rolling over her muscles and tension until he reached her ass, and he pressed against her. He drew his finger up her spine again with the gap as the back of her dress peeled open. He continued unpeeling her, letting the straps fall over her shoulders, and the dress fell to the floor. 

Her lack of panties made the air cool against her overheated body. Her bra snapped open as Arthur tweaked it in one hand. She swallowed and let the bra fall, catching it before it hit the floor. She offered it to Arthur, and he picked up her dress and put them in one of the free cubby holes. 

Beth looked down to see her body, naked except for her collar, hood, and heels. For a moment, she felt ashamed of the lines in her flesh, the veins, the pudge in places where her mental image of others didn’t have any pudge. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Arthur’s hand squeezed her ass, then spanked her once. 

“Thank you, Sir.” Beth said, her voice quiet. 

“Now, Brat. Your turn. Do you want me to strip you?” Arthur asked, glaring at Arthur. 

“I don’t like this yes please thing.” Kat said, frowning. 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “You have to say it.” 

“Make me.” Kat stuck her tongue out at him. 

“You’re up to fifty spanks.” Arthur said, holding up his hand to show five fingers. “Care to try for sixty?” 

Kat stopped, freezing in place for a moment. “Well, if I don’t ask you to spank me, then apparently you can’t. So, what are you going to do about it?” 

“You realize these rules only apply here, right? Once we’re home, you’re mine. I am your Sir, and you are my…” 

“I’m your submissive.” Kat finished his sentence. “Fine.” She sighed. She crossed her arms in front of her and bent over, seizing the hem of her dress and lifting it off her. She tossed the dress at Arthur, who caught it. She took off her bra and threw that at Arthur, too. Then, she stepped out of her gray thong and threw that. He caught them, put them in a cubby, and patted Kat on the head. 

“May I reward you?” Arthur asked. 

Kat rolled her eyes. “Yes, please, Sir.” 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, then tugged their leashes, walking them toward one of the empty sections. 

Beth watched the others. There was a man spread across a cross, a woman on a sawhorse, and someone strapped to the floor moaning as a woman stepped on his junk. A man in a suit like Arthur watched them walk past as a girl with her nipple clamp chain over his dick sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. 

Beth stared at all of them wide-eyed, and they smiled at her, then went back to what they were doing. 

She turned her attention to Arthur, who watched where they were walking and wasn’t ignorant of the number of eyes watching him walk two naked ladies across the space. 

“Fuck, Slut would love this.” Kat said, looking around. “So would… everybody in the harem, I think. Except maybe Babygirl.” 

Arthur nodded. “I wasn’t sure if the membership was still active. And… it’s definitely more crowded on the weekends. This is a very slow night. And… it’s pretty far away. Though it’ll be closer once we’re in the house. I’m sure we’ll do a trip or two here with everybody, but it’s a lot easier to watch over two of you than six.” 

“What do you mean?” Kat asked and immediately got her answer. A tall, slender man in jeans, a ripped biker jacket, and boots stepped in front of her. 

“Hey, slut. Get on your knees. I’ve got something I need you to take care of for me.” 

“Fuck off.” Arthur tugged Kat’s leash, pulling her past the man before either of them could even react. The growl in Arthur’s voice made Beth’s skin break out into goosebumps. Kat’s, too, as she brushed against Beth. 

“Yeah, well, learn to share, dude.” The guy protested. “Come on, you’ve got two sluts there, and she looks like fresh meat to me. I need a sub. I need my dick sucked. I can break her in for you, and you can have her back.” 

Kat was about to say something when Arthur put himself between her and the other guy. 

“Don’t be an asshole.” Arthur said calmly. “She’s with me.” 

“Come on, Slut. You know you want it. On your knees.” The guy tried to look around Arthur but stopped the moment a purple-shirted man appeared out of nowhere. 

“There a problem here?” 

The slender guy threw up his hands immediately and took a step back from Arthur. “No problem. See? I’m going.” The guy walked away, mumbling about some pricks having all the luck. 

“You good?” The security guy asked. 

“We’re good.” Arthur gave the guy a thumbs up. “Thanks, Dale.” 

Dale nodded and returned to wherever he’d come from. Beth lost track of him somewhere amongst the equipment, but now that she was looking for them, she noticed the SECURITY staff here outnumbered the wait staff by a large margin. This sanctuary had no problems because problems were removed before they became problems. She found that extremely comforting. 

Kat took Arthur’s arm and hugged him as they walked. 

“Not all doms are nice guys.” Arthur said, talking to both of them, but Beth knew it was mainly for her benefit. “Many guys, like that one, are just on a power trip and don’t care about the people they’re with. You probably don’t need me to tell you this, but… you need to trust the person you’re with. They’ll not only have your sexual pleasure in their hands but your safety, too. Remember that, even if you’re getting swept up in the fantasy, it's important. Understand?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Beth answered, admiring Arthur with more respect than she’d given him previously. He really was a great guy. It was just a shame he wasn’t her guy. He was someone else’s. Kat’s, she supposed. But also Mindy’s and whoever Slut was. She didn’t know all their code names or pet names for each other. Brat was starting to make more sense for Kat, though. She wondered if Bitch made sense for her. She knew it was a play on Boss Bitch, but she kind of hated it. She wasn’t a bitch. Was she? 

“Alright.” Arthur said, stopping at the edge of the play area, having found something he wanted to use. He patted the cushioned black leather and nodded to Beth. “Let’s get you strapped down.” 

Beth eyed the table if she could call it that. It looked like a massage table, of sorts, that had been broken into pieces and separated. The section for the back and the pillow for the head were obvious. To the sides and above them were thinner sections, meant for the arms, spread apart in what appeared to be an adjustable width, forming a Y. At the end of those were metal straps. The leg strips were likewise spread apart, and longer, forming another Y with a place for Arthur to stand. 

“Face down, this is a spanking table.” Arthur explained. “Or… other things.” 

Beth eyed the table again, noting the cleaning tools next to it and the industrial-strength cleaners. Arthur was already working on cleaning it to be on the safe side, and she wondered if she should help, but she didn’t know what to do. She let him do it. 

“You’ll lay face up, and I’ll play with you.” Arthur said. “Meanwhile, Brat is going to be strapped to this.” He gestured to a wooden piece next to them, which looked like half a barrel built on top of a crate. Beth noticed the ends of the barrel had straps and cuffs attached, and Arthur also cleaned them. 

“And I’m going to spank her ass with this.” He hefted a wooden paddle with several heart-shaped holes, giving it a few experimental swings. 

“Can…” Beth started talking, then stopped. “Can I have that too, please, sir?” 

Arthur smiled. “Of course. Do you want to go first or second?” 

“I want to go first.” Kat said. “Get it over with.” She explained when Beth gave her a look. 

Beth shrugged. 

Arthur nodded. “Very well. Let’s get you strapped over this barrel, then.” 

“Oh, uh–” Kat started but stopped protesting when Arthur picked her up and lifted her as if she weighed absolutely nothing. He placed her before the barrel, and Kat stretched to reach the straps but couldn’t reach. They stretched to her, and Arthur fastened them, ensuring she was secure. 

Her body formed an X with her arms and legs spread, her feet on the floor, her ankles chained to the supports, her wrists chained to the opposite side, and her torso bent over the barrel. She presented her ass to Beth’s inspection. Pale, round cheeks with a healthy glow of pink suffused throughout. 

Her young ass didn’t have the cellulite Beth’s did or the stretch marks, but Beth didn’t mention that. The girl would soon discover what the next decade had in store.

“All good?” Arthur asked. “Are you ready for me to spank you?” 

“Yes, please, Sir.” Kat said, loud and clear. “Spank me if you can even get it up.” 

Arthur rolled his eyes and seemed to decide to teach Kat a lesson. He lowered the paddle to her ass with a thwack that clapped through the small space, diffused by the hanging curtains from the warehouse ceiling that obscured but did not entirely hide them from view. Still, people could see them. 

“Bitch.” Arthur said, taking up a stance beside Kat. “Kneel here, and suck my cock while I teach this Brat a lesson.” 

Beth didn’t hesitate. She scooted into position and dropped to her knees. The small rug under her was padded, more comfortable than she expected. When Arthur lowered his fly, she took him into her mouth without hesitation, pumping him and sucking on his cock as he delivered another blow to Kat’s ass that made her jiggle and squeak. 

He was five, maybe six strikes in when he mentioned it. 

“Brat, why aren’t you counting?” He asked. “Don’t you want any of these to count?” 

“What do you mean?” Kat asked. “These don’t count?” 

“They only count if you count them. Remember? And you’ve got fifty coming your way. I thought you’d want these to count toward it.” 

“Fuck.” Kat groaned. “Five?” 

“No.” Arthur laughed. “You start at one. Try again.” 

-thwack- 

“One. Thank you, Sir.” 

-thwack-

“Two. Thank you, Sir.” 

Beth tuned out the spanking and the counting as she sucked Arthur’s dick. She closed her eyes and focused on the taste. The subtle flavor of chocolate remains from their desserts. The salty taste of his cum and precum. The scent and aftertaste of his soap. Everything mingled together, evoking memories of the night and sucking him under the table at the restaurant. Trading places with Kat. Standing in the office and watching Mindy suck his cock. Seeing that huge, throbbing shaft disappear between the tiny girl’s plump lips. 

The implement in Arthur’s hand was much bigger than a ruler now. It was more the size of a breadboard. The six heart-shaped holes in two rows of three cut down on wind resistance as he paddled Kat’s ass. The absence left heart-shaped marks on her that reminded Beth of cartoon boxers or underwear, and she smiled with Arthur’s cock still splitting her face. 

“Now there’s a master at work.” Will’s voice drifted to Beth from her left, but she didn’t turn to see him. She didn’t mind the audience. She hoped the others didn’t either. If they did, they didn’t show any sign of stopping. 

-thwack- 

Kat’s droning nineteen was replaced by a sharper, more frantic twenty. “Twenty! Thank you, Sir.” 

-thwack-

“Twenty-one.” Kat gasped. “Thank you, sir.” 

“You okay if we hang out and watch?” Will asked. His voice was soft, 

“Yes, please.” Arthur said, laughing. “That okay with you, Bitch? Brat?”

Beth pulled away from his cock long enough to say, “Yes, please,” before plunging onto it again. 

“Yes, please.” Kat said, quieter but loud enough to be heard. 

Will sat in a chair, watching, while Fuckmutt sat on all fours beside him, also watching, their focus on Kat’s candy-apple red ass. 

-thwack-

“Twenty-two.” Kat said, surprising Beth that she hadn’t lost count. 

The spanking continued, and try as she might, Beth couldn’t get Arthur off before he got to fifty. His swings varied greatly in terms of strength and sound. Some hit harder and louder, and others were softer. He had a good gauge for Kat’s ability to take her spanking. 

Kat shook and quivered against her restraints, crying out with each blow in a sound that made her sound like Arthur was fucking her instead of spanking her. Yet tears fell from her face after thirty, and her puffy eyes lost their determined defiance after forty. 

She was a quivering, bruising, burning red mess when Arthur finished. 

“Fifty.” Kat sobbed. “Thank you, Sir.” 

Beth accepted the handle when Arthur handed her the paddle, and she held it aloft, waiting for his return as he unbuckled Kat from the barrel and hugged her. She collapsed into him, curling up and crying but trying to kiss Arthur, too. He let her, and they kissed softly and tenderly. 

“Are you okay to wait while I spank Beth?” Arthur asked. 

Kat nodded, but Beth shook her head. 

“If it’s okay… can we skip mine?” Beth asked. “I… I don’t think I’m ready for that.” 

“Are you sure?” Arthur asked. 

“Very sure.” Beth said. 

“Bratwurst, sure?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes.” Beth said. “Bratwurst.” 

“Okay.” Arthur nodded and held his hand out. She handed him the paddle. “Give me a second to clean up, and then we can go to the aftercare section.” 

Beth nodded, and she traded places with Arthur. Kat didn’t hug her so much as use her forearms for support, but they stood and watched while Arthur cleaned the paddle and the barrel and offered the space to Will, who tied Fuckmutt to the Y table. 

“You want to sit and watch while we go?” Will asked. “It’s only fair.” 

Arthur shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” He glanced at Kat. “I need to get her to Aftercare.” 

Kat tried to look defiant, but no defiance remained in her. She sagged, and Arthur caught her. 

“Good on ya.” Will said, giving Arthur a thumbs up. Arthur gave him one in response, and they parted ways. 

The aftercare section of the club was a room separated from the rest that looked nothing like the dungeon they came from. It had murals of romantic couples on the walls, sofas, loveseats, armchairs, lounge chairs, and ottomans. It was empty when they reached it, and Arthur took them to one of the sofas. The table in front of it had an assortment of lotions, salves, creams, and tissues. 

He left them momentarily, but only to go to the ice machine on the wall. He poured ice into a bag, sealed it, and brought it to Kat. He sat in the center of the sofa and laid her over his lap. Beth sat on the edge of one of the armchairs, unsure where else to sit. She watched as Arthur set the ice on Kat’s ass, making her hiss. 

“You’re a very good girl.” Arthur said, stroking her back. “You did very well tonight and gave Beth a good demonstration of what it means to take your spanking like a champ.” 

Kat hid her face in her hands, pressing it into the sofa cushions either out of embarrassment or relief from the ice. Beth couldn’t tell. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, stroking her back gently with his right hand and holding the ice against her ass with his left. 

Kat melted over him; her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed. Arthur continued stroking her, soothing her, speaking calmly and reassuringly, praising her in a steady stream of compliments in his baritone voice. “You were very brave tonight, Brat. And you looked so sexy spread over that barrel.” 

Kat protested with a grumpy huff, but she didn’t say more than that as the minutes ticked by and the compliments continued. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Beth asked. “I feel useless.” 

“You can hand me that lotion.” Arthur said, gesturing to one of the bottles on the table. 

“You want me to rub it in?” Beth asked. 

“I don’t think Kat would be comfortable with that.” Arthur said. “Would you?” 

Kat shook her head no, and Arthur took the bottle of lotion from Beth. “Thanks for offering, though.” Arthur said. 

Beth nodded and sat down. “I feel bad bailing on my spanking.” Beth said. “But when I saw how red her cheeks are…” 

“It’s okay.” Arthur said as he poured the lotion onto Kat’s ass. She moaned as he rubbed into her cheeks. “You’re new to this, and this is a lot. I know how overwhelming it can be.” 

Beth scoffed. 

“Isn’t it?” Arthur asked. 

“Yeah.” Beth said. “It’s… it’s like I stepped into an alien world.” 

“Fantasy made real.” Arthur said, nodding. “But did you enjoy it?” 

“Well, I didn’t really do anything. I chickened out.” Beth said, pointing behind her to the play area. 

“Sure, but you saw a lot. You sucked my dick, and you met some new people. Did you get turned on by what you saw? Would you be willing to come back here and try again someday soon? Or is BDSM not for you?” 

“It’s…” Beth hesitated, contemplating his question beyond her initial knee-jerk reaction. “It’s pretty arousing.” She said. Her eyes dipped to Kat’s ass as Arthur rubbed and massaged her gently while she lay across his lap. “But I don’t know.” 

“Well…” Arthur said, smiling. “Take your time. We’ll come back again soon, and when we do, I’ll invite you along.” 

“Okay.” Beth said, staring at Arthur as he tended to his girlfriend. “Can’t wait.”