First Visit to a Haitian Bondage Club

Miguel leaned over her, his hand sliding up her naked leg, Lyn’s bound hands useless in front of her. She jumped when he touched her pussy, sliding lightly over her bush before moving down to rub along her lips. He pinched her lips between his fingers, hearing her gasp loudly. Her legs began to close. “Keep your legs open. I won’t tell you twice.” They parted again, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the moisture.

Lyn closed her eyes as his fingers played with her pussy, trying to raise her hips up, wanting his fingers to push between her lips, wanting him to masturbate her.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered her. He removed his hands, sitting back in the chair. 

Lyn looked at the stage again, the naked girl now in a pillory, her head and arms in the round holes, a large metal lock securing her tightly. The man was behind her, kneeling down, putting her ankles in the wooden pillory on the floor, moving on to the other ankle, pulling her legs apart as if they were a wishbone, snapping them tightly in place. Her legs were exaggeratedly pulled apart, her cheeks open, her pussy and anus peeking out from behind, a spotlight shining on her most intimate parts for all to see.

The man hit a button, the pillory with her arms and head beginning to lower, the girl having no choice but to push her ass out and bow her legs to keep from breaking her knees. You could see her struggle as the man continued to lower her until her head was below her waist, her ass thrust up as if she was offering her asshole up to be sodomized. He patted her red cheeks, his finger sliding up and down her pussy from behind, getting his finger wet. His finger slid up higher until he encircled her anus, a tiny star barely as big as his finger. He rubbed her anus, watching her tiny hole clench and unclench from the rude fondling, a gasp from her muffled lips as his finger suddenly breached the hole and sank into her rectum. Her hips twisted and turned as the fingers corkscrewed inside her, massaging the muscle. She didn’t seem to care for brutal intrusion inside her, but could do nothing but suffer the fingering.

The Judge’s other hand began to play with her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, two fingers suddenly thrust inside her vagina, aided by her juices. His other finger continued to violate her asshole, the fingers meeting inside her as the Judge performed the duel masturbation of her bound body. Her body began to jerk about as the Judge masturbated her, whispering into her ear as he did. It took five minutes, but the girl finally succumbed to the Judge, three fingers fucking her pussy, two in her asshole, spreading her open, her body shuddering as she came for the audience. The sound of the Judge’s wet fingers fucking her rang out in the quiet room as she came, her muffled screams of pleasure breaking the silence, her pussy and asshole seemed to be swallowing the masturbating digits. She finally slumped down, her body drained. The lights dimmed, the sound of the girl being released, the pair of them leaving the stage, the Judge eager for the girl to service his cock now.

Miguel reached between Lyn’s legs again, his fingers gripping her sex like he would a bowling ball. “Did you enjoy watching that?” He knew the answer, her panties were drenched.

“Yes. Are they finished now?” She hoped not, she wanted more.

“It is time for another couple. Get up.” It was not a question, it was an order.

She looked at him. He couldn’t be serious. Did he really expect her to get up there and be stripped naked in front of everyone and ultimately masturbated? She saw it in his eyes. He was demanding it of her. He didn’t try to force her, just waited patiently while her mind raced with all the mental images that flashed through her brain. She stood up, not even sure if she did it or why she did. She tugged her skirt back down, smoothing out the wrinkles. All eyes were on them as she started to walk towards the stage, the gentle sway of her hips and the sharp staccato of her heels on the floor seemed to mesh into a rhythm. Miguel was next to her, his hand holding her elbow as he guided her to the center of the room. She looked into the eyes of the strangers that watched her, the men’s eyes watching her body as she moved, the girl’s all looking into her eyes, commiserating but envious of what she was about to endure. She felt strange, her wrists gripped tightly in the golden handcuffs as she moved closer to the wide range of bondage furniture and equipment that would soon be used on her body.

Miguel helped her up the stairs, the spotlights shining brightly again on the stage. He looked into her eyes, seeing the uncertainty. “Everything will be okay,” he whispered in her. “I will make sure you enjoy yourself.” He turned her facing the audience. “I think they want to see your lovely body first. Raise your hands above your head.” 

She obeyed, feeling her breasts pulling upward. Miguel was behind her, pressing up against her, feeling his cock rubbing on her cheeks. Her body was stretched up tall. It tickled for a minute, his hands sliding along her side, Lyn fighting the urge to giggle. She felt his powerful hands reach around and cup her breasts so protectively, his large hands easily able to encircle them.

“Such lovely tits you have Lyn,” he whispered into her ear, his hips sliding back and forth across her ass. “Are you nipples hard?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his finger searching for the harden tips, Lyn arching her back, thrusting her proud breasts out into his hands. He pinched them, the tips already poking through the thin bra and blouse. He pinched harder, a soft moan from Lyn’s mouth as the pressure increased. “Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?” She didn’t answer, but her back arched more, pushing her nipples into his fingertips harder, her body responding. “I have just the thing for you,” he teased her.

She felt his fingers molding her breasts, his powerful hands clenching and unclenching on her tender breasts, tasting their resiliency. She arched her ass into his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock that throbbed in his pants. Would he fuck her in front of everyone? His fingers moved down the front of her blouse, expertly unbuttoning the white blouse, his finger tracing along the naked skin revealed after each button, sending shivers and goose bumps on her skin. He peeled the blouse back, revealing the thin white bra. She looked down, able to make out her dark brown areolas, her nipples pushing out the thin fabric, feeling almost naked already.

Miguel had to pull back from her body, his fingers quickly finding the catch of her bra and making short work of it, his hips thrust forward again, sliding his throbbing cock sensuously over her ass cheeks. “Put your hands down, we need to take off your handcuffs so I can get your blouse and bra off. We are dying to see your naked tits.” He quickly un-cuffed her, the cuffs falling noisily to the floor, her arms hanging uselessly to her side. 

His hands returned to her front, stripping the blouse slowly from her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, throwing it over into the corner. He returned to her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms, Lyn’s hands instinctively coming up to cover her breasts, Miguel letting her do it.

She could feel her hot flesh beneath her hands, her hard nipples pressed into her palm as she stood there, the light blazing on her half naked body.

“Remove your hands. Put them over your head. Arch up your tits for us Lyn.”
She closed her eyes, her hands sliding off her naked breasts, pushing them over her head, her back arched, the cool air rushing over her breasts making her nipples so hard she thought they would burst. She could feel all the eyes on her half naked body, a strange tingle between her legs as she was paraded before the audience.

Miguel’s hands returned, his calloused fingers plucking at her nipples as she shivered in lust, his hands hefting up her large globes in his palms, bouncing them slightly. He let his fingertips play back and forth over the rubbery nipples, slapping at them with his fingernails, seeing her body jerk in pain when a sharp nail rubbed over the tender flesh. “Play with your nipples while I strip you naked.”

His hands went down to the edge of her skirt, gripping it and slowly began to pull it up. Lyn obeyed, her fingers moving down to rub gently over her nipples as she stood submissively before the audience. The tops of her stockings were slowly revealed, the awes could be heard when the garter belt was revealed, many girls in the audience would be sporting them tomorrow, gifts from the men after seeing how sexy Lyn looked in them Miguel pulled it above her waist again, holding it while they audience admired her. He saw her fingers exciting her nipples more than he could have,have; the tips had to be over an inch long, sharp and pointed. He turned her skirt around, finding the clasp and zipper, letting it fall to the floor, Lyn kicking it to one side.

“Turn around,” he ordered her, Lyn obeying, staring eye to eye with Miguel. He moved to the side, leaving her facing the mirror covered wall, the audience staring back at her. “Spread your legs.”

She almost came when she heard the words. She didn’t hesitate, letting her legs part. Miguel’s hands moved to her ass cheeks, sliding over the tight flesh molded in her tight, black panties. “Such a lovely ass,” he said loudly. He slapped her cheek, Lyn jumping suddenly at the unexpected occurrence. “Built for punishment,” again Miguel speaking to the audience. Five more sharp slaps rang out in the room, alternating between her cheeks, feeling Lyn jerk at each slap. “Is your pussy wet?”

She turned towards him, whispering. “Yes.” She wasn’t sure why, but the burning pain of the spanking so close to her pussy brought about such a strange feeling between her legs.

Miguel let his fingers slide into the top of the panties, sliding them down over her cheeks to sit right underneath her hillocks, her naked pink cheeks staring out. It was a treat in the club to have a white woman, even more to have one stripped naked, most of the girls light brown skinned. “Such smooth skin. Welts would show up nicely against the white skin.” He continued to caress her ass, running over each cheek, feeling her tighten her muscles when he tried to pull her cheeks apart. 

She tightened her ass cheeks when his finger slid up and down her crack, teasing her. She was embarrassed enough, not wanting him to expose her anus to the club. He ignored her attempts, his hand sliding down lower, to the juncture of her thighs, pushing the panties lower. She felt his fingers touch her pussy, finding her soaked in anticipation. She needed to cum and didn’t even care if he masturbated her in front of the crowd. 

“Turn around now. Let’s have a look at your lovely pussy.” She turned around, her panties still down behind her. 

She heard the words again. 

“Spread your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate, letting them part, feeling Miguel behind her again, this time his cock rubbing against her naked ass cheeks. She didn’t even clench her cheeks when she felt his cock rubbing her crack, the rough material of his pants rubbing over her exposed anus, feeling her tiny hole go into a series of spasms, Lyn unable to control it.

Miguel’s hand slid down over her taut stomach, sliding lower as Lyn allowed her legs to open wider, giving him greater access to her aroused pussy. She thought she could cum if he just touched her there. His fingers outlined her puffy lips, pinching them, little gasps coming from her mouth as they were mistreated, the pinching fingers pulling them outward, her panties sliding between. She felt one fat finger run up and down her slit, the panties pushed between them soaked with her juices, her hips beginning a gentle fucking as she let him masturbate her.

Miguel’s fingers caught the top of her panties, slowly sliding them down, her bush first revealed, her natural blonde hair so fine that it was barely visible, giving her a bald look like a little girl. Lower her panties went, a murmur from the audience as her slit was finally revealed, Miguel letting them slide all the way down until they got hung up in her garter belt. A snip and the silky garment fell to the floor, a small knife cutting the sides.

“Now spread your legs real wide. Show everyone your sweet pussy.” His hands held her hips as she let her legs shuffle wider, Miguel whispering in her ear, “more” each time until he was satisfied, her legs now at least three feet apart. 

His hand returned to her pussy, fingers on each side grasping one of her lips and pulling, her pink insides gradually revealed, her juices glistening in the bright lights. “Such a lovely pink pussy. I know exactly what it needs.”

Lyn turned when she heard the noise behind her, two men bringing over a large table to the center of the stage and then leaving, but not before they admired her naked body. She felt even more exposed, her garter belt and stockings highlighting her naked sex.

“On your back on the table Lyn.” He helped her up, seeing her cringe as her back hit the cold wooden table. “I’ll warm you up soon,” teasing her. He pulled her arms behind her, the golden handcuffs placed on them again.