(5) Saturday. Running around.

Listening to: Vicious - Lou Reed - 1972

- "Well, bitches, now us men need to talk business, so you all go take a walk around" - said Mr. Roberto, always impatient. - "But before, Conchita, you know what you have to do". Conchita approached her master, who slapped her in the face and turned around, sticking out her butt and holding her cheeks to give his hole for the dog's licks. Xumina and I weren't going to be left behind, we approached our owners sticking out our tongues to offer the same service. Don Carlos leaned back in his armchair, placing his butt on the edge and, lifting his legs with his arms, showed me his little hole. - "Get your snout in there good, Chocho, give me pleasure!". That's what I did for quite a while. Don Carlos' hole was tight and hairy, with an intense male smell, but clean and pleasant to the taste.

We could have stayed like that for hours, but that was just another display of submission, a short trailer of what was expected of these bitches. Don Roberto broke the spell: he pushed Conchita away, slapped her again and said - "Open wide!!". The mustachioed dog opened her jaw to the maximum and her master put a ball gag on her, tightening it at the back of her head. - "You have to be careful with this bitch, she bites sometimes!!". With that said, they unfastened the leashes of our collars and smacked us on the butt. - "Go on, bitches, go for a walk!!".

We walked out into the hallway, crawling on all fours. Conchita was in front, drooling abundantly from her gag. Xumina came up to my side and started a conversation. - "Let's take a walk to the main lounge, there's always entertaining things to see there" - she said in a friendly tone. He was actually a pretty handsome guy, in his early twenties, with full lips, curly black hair, and very expressive eyes, although his extreme thinness caught the attention. - "Have you been here many times?" - I asked, just to say something.

- "A few times; since I belong to Mr. Andrés. He is one of the owners of the club".

- "Mr. Andrés seems nice."

- "He is. I'm very much in love with him, but sometimes he's a tyrant. I used to be a chubby boy until he started controlling my entire life. And he's very vice-ridden, not just about sex, you understand me...".

- "Coke?".

- "And other things. He gets really horny and I have to pay for it with my own flesh. You're lucky with Mr. Carlos, he has a reputation for taking good care of his little whores".

We followed the trail of drool left by Conchita, one of my mittens slipped and I fell face-first into the pool. - "Mr. Roberto does seem brusque, doesn't he?".

- "Actually, he's a goof. And it's Conchita who dominates him with her manipulations, constantly provoking him to hit her, because she's very masochistic. Then, at home, she's the one in charge".

- "And how do you know that?".

- "Andrés tells me things".

I didn't ask anymore. We had entered a fairly large lounge, with a bar and waiters to our left and a few leather Chesterfield sofas with low tables in the center. There sat the men chatting, drinking, and looking for bitches to suit their taste. The lighting was dim, reddish, coming from discreet wall sconces. On the opposite side of the entrance door, BDSM furniture was on display: a St. Andrew's cross, a swing, pulleys with ropes and shackles; various whips and other punishment instruments hung on the wall. Almost all without users at that moment, except for a wooden contraption occupied by a athletically built boy. On all fours, he stuck his head and hands through holes that immobilized them while his feet, shackled to a bar, spread his legs to offer the public a tempting ass. An elderly gentleman, stimulated surely with Viagra or something more, disgraced the boy's mouth, who whimpered as the old man whipped his butt with a wooden rod.

- "Hadn't we agreed that nobody could fuck us here?" - I asked Xumina.

- "But he is part of the club's staff. He's not wearing any collar. Customers can fuck him and, if they are satisfied, leave him a tip at the bar. He enjoys it and also takes home a few euros. Everything's fine.

- "Everything's fine".

We began to stroll around the bar and between the tables in the lounge. There were other bitches doing the same, some with red collars like us, others with black collars. "They're ownerless bitches, any member can use them. They pay a lot to be able to enter here, looking for an owner. Actually, they're the lowest, last-minute resort for a quick release" - my companion explained to me. We then ventured into the sofa area and, suddenly, I felt a whip on my butt while someone grabbed me by the collar.

- "Lick my boots, filthy whore!!" - said my assailant.

- "I only lick my owner's boots, sir..." - I replied humbly, but firmly.

- "Hahahaha... Good bitch!!, come on, move along!!" - and he gave me a kick in the butt that almost knocked me down, and I ended up bumping my nose into another master's legs. The latter got up, checked the color of my collar and slapped me. - "Novice bitch, huh? That's how you learn!!".

And at that moment, none of that mattered anymore, because something very powerful was vibrating wildly inside me. And it's not a metaphor, it was the electric gadget that was inserted inside me.