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By Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)

The Ace of Clubs is the name of a very exclusive S&M club in New York. Its members are embarrassingly rich, famous, or sponsored by them. Its existence is known by very few and its board of directors are powerful and have influence both in government and business. It leases the five top floors of 40-story building on a side street just off from some of the largest corporation or professional offices in Manhattan.
The Club operates on the 36th floor a very exclusive French restaurant with a well-known chef together with a bar and lounge. They will only serve their members, special guests or very important invitees. Notwithstanding it is always busy, requiring a long waiting time to get a table unless you belong to the select few for whom special consideration is given. However, waiting can be pleasant since you can get drinks in the well-furnished lounge and socialize with your companions in comfort. The Club also operates on the 37th and 38th floors a health facility for its members and those that the members sponsor. It is complete with the entire range of exercising equipment with a small gym, a steam bath, male and female showers, trainers and masseurs. The top floors are restricted to its members who participate in or enjoy watching S&M. Access to these floors can only be secured with a special membership card. Membership is very expensive; notwithstanding that fact, there is a waiting list for hopeful parties who wish to join but the existing members are very selective as to whom they will let in.
About me, my name is Walter McGuire (not my real name), am a recent graduate from Columbia Law School in the top 3rd of my class. I got a job with ..(the name I will not disclose) hereinafter called the Law Firm. It is one of the largest law firms in the country, with its home office here in Manhattan, and subsidiary offices in Washington D.C., San Francisco, London, England, and Paris, France. Even though I am a novice attorney they gave me what they thought to be a loser, a personal liability case against a well-regarded doctor. They told me not to get discouraged when I lose it, but after my brutal cross-examination of the doctor and his subsequent expert witness, the insurance company, responsible for the judgment, talked settlement by phone with one of The Firm's senior partners. We accepted a very generous settlement even though the case had not gone to jury. It was explained to me that even with a win, the case would take many years in appeals.
Because of my win, the Law Firm gave me a special card affording me access to the restaurant and health facility of Ace of Clubs together with a credit card of the firm, for otherwise I could obviously not afford to use my reward.Both were great and I liberally used my new privileges. It was at lunch in the lounge having drinks and waiting for a table in the restaurant when two associates from the firm and I saw her. She was a hot looking broad. She was about 22, tall, cute ass and tits and an innocent face that could have started the Trojan wars besides all that dressed to kill.She was also in the lounge with two other couples obviously escorting them for lunch. I said to my companions, "That is really hot stuff. I would like to get in her pants."
Larry, who was with me said, "I heard of her and don't try.She's a bitch. Her name is Rebecca Wharton (not her real name) and she's a Lorelei, and she loves to lead men to their doom."
For me that's like waiving a red cape in front of a bull.True I'm not immodest but also I can't deny the truth, I'm a hotshot womanizer. I've been making out with broads ever since I was 17. There was no gal, which I could not seduce if I try. Fuck em and forget em, was my motto. "We'll see about that," I said, "I'm willing to bet I get her in bed within the month."
"I warned you," Larry said. Then they called us to our table in the restaurant.
"Wait a minute," I said. I pulled a company card from my wallet, wrote on the back, "Please allow me the privilege of buying you a drink, you enchant me." Gave the card to the waiter to deliver to her. Went with my companions to be seated for lunch.
They passed our table as they were being seated and she dropped my card torn into pieces in front of me on my table and walked on with her guests past me. She never gave me a second look.
I was pissed. I said to myself that we would see about this.It's war.
My campaign started with another note to her in the lounge.The same results. I did some research and discovered her Email address, wrote and told her how much I admired her from afar. No response. I discovered her father's work address and wrote her begging her to give me a chance to meet her.She ignored me. I sent flowers to her in care of Ace of Clubs. The flowers were returned with "refused" worded on them. I made inquiry about her from anyone I could find who knew her or heard of her. They told me that she was unobtainable and would not see anyone except important clients of her father in his money management company who she entertained and escorted. Although she had some girl friends that she was close to, as to male friends it was hush hush.They would not elaborate.
Then it came, a note in a fancy envelope on fancy notepaper engraved in gold with, "From the desk of Rebecca Wharton."It said that I was invited to meet with her this Wednesday at about three in the afternoon on the 39th floor of the Ace of Clubs and in view of my persistence; she was willing to hear and consider my petition. In order for me to gain entrance she would leave my name with the guard who monitors all those permitted there. Someone other then my secretary must have read the note since it was no longer sealed.
Arriving exactly at 3 and getting off the elevator on the 39th floor I was stopped by the guard who let me pass after I identified myself. Passing through the vestibule I entered a large well-furnished room with doorways to adjoining rooms, which I could not discern what was in them. There was a few couples sitting at small tables with drinks and chatting among themselves. Being approached by a waiter, who seemed to know why I was there and informed me that Miss Wharton was delayed, but should be arriving shortly. He suggested I take a comfortable chair and he will serve me with a drink of my choice. I ordered a Jack Daniels on the rocks and waited.And waited, and waited, ordered a 2nd Jack Daniels and waited.
Figuring that she stood me up, it was ten to four; I started to leave, when she entered leading another young man by a leash attached to a collar around his neck. "I'm sorry I am late. Please forgive me but there is something I must take care," she said as she passed me and took the man into one of the adjoining rooms. "You can watch, if you like," she said and held the door open for me to come in. "Sit there and we can chat after I'm through," and she pointed me to an easy chair by the door and deposited the young man in the center of the room by a heavy oak table. In came a young maid to whom Miss Wharton said, "Strip him and hand me No. 3."
Off came his tie, shirt and undershirt. The young man pleaded, "Please, not in front of him." The maid paid no attention to his pleas and stripped him of the balance of his clothing, his shoes, socks, pants and shorts so that he stood there buck naked. The maid went to the wall took a whip hanging there from an assortment and gave it to her mistress.
Miss Wharton whispered in his ear, "I must do this beloved.Precious, put each hand at the corners of the table and bend over." He complied and after being handed the whip, Miss Wharton administered the first lash, hard, across his ass.
"Yeoh," he screamed, " Please no."
"Accept it for me, my darling," whispered Miss Wharton and gave him three more.
"Yeoh, It hurts too much, I can't take it," he screamed.
"Sure you can, do it for me," she said and she gave him three across his ass. He began sobbing; his cock responded with a hard on.
"Please mistress, no more," he cried and she gave him three hard strokes. "No more, no more," he wailed.
"But you haven't reached your limit. I know better then you what you can take," she said and gave him three even harder."Don't you feel proud that you took the entire amount due? I love you for taking it so well," she told him and kissed him on the cheek. You could see he was in love with his mistress.
Turning to her maid she instructed her to relieve his erection, get him dressed and send him home. As he straighten up in tears, the maid greased two finger of her left hand and inserted them into his asshole; grabbed firmly his cock with her right hand and he pumped and squirted into a towel placed before him to avoid soiling the carpet. He thanked his mistress and thanked the maid for her attention to her duties.
Rebecca Wharton turned to me. I was in shock but I also had an erection tenting my pants that she obviously noticed. She said, "It was rude of me to subject you to this; it could not wait, but we can talk now. We can sit and have a drink; I'm all ears and will have your complete attention."
I got up notwithstanding my misbehaving cock. "I don't go for this S&M shit; this is too much for me. I am not a pervert." I left her and went down to the restaurant to get a cup of coffee to compose myself.
It was soon after; she entered the restaurant, looked around, saw me and sat down at my side pressing against me. Ordering a coffee, she placed her left hand on my thigh under the table. "You must be upset in that I was late. I met a friend who I had not seen for some time. You know how those things go. But here I am." A girl friend spotted her, came over, and she invited her to join us and to have a coffee with us. Drinking her coffee with one hand she messaged my cock through my pants with the other. Chatting with her friend, she unzipped my fly and out sprung my aroused cock under the table. I could do nothing to stop her as she ran her fingernail along my shaft.
I gasped. Her friend turned to me and said, "Are you alright?" Rebecca, with a smile motioned her with her eye down to my lap. The friend glanced down, saw my condition, giggled and gave me a wink. I was mortified but could do nothing without making a scene. With two fingers and her thumb she squeezed my prick and I started grunting and pumping; I lost control.
The friend said, "He's going to come all over his pants, maybe I can fix that." She attempted to get her napkin down in time, but missed, half of my emission shot on the napkin and half on my pants. "Oh well, we didn't quite make it.Maybe we can do better next time." she laughed.
Both got up to leave, Rebecca said to me, "Maybe we can talk some other time when you can control yourself. Pay the bill and leave a good tip, money that is." and both laughed at her joke. Rebecca informed the waitress of my accident and told her she would need more napkins to clean up the mess. The waitress gave me a big knowing smile. No question, that woman is a sadist. Larry was right.
I didn't know how I could get out of that restaurant unobserved with my pants splattered at my crotch but the waitress came to my aid by getting me a raincoat for cover.I did leave her a big tip.
I resolved that no way would I have anything to do with Rebecca Wharton, that She Devil. She's poison. She worse then the bubonic plague. May I be struck impotent if I ever in any way consent to have a meeting with her again.
The next day at the office a senior partner of the firm wanted to see me. Did that portend good or ill I wondered.I immediately went in the bathroom to check myself out. I washed my face with cold water to calm down and went in to see him. Except it was not a him, it was a her. Dora Wilson (not her real name) greeted me; she was the senior partner.Not wasting any time she came straight to the point. She was aware of my invitation of a meeting with Rebecca Wharton. I was told Miss Wharton was the granddaughter of Hyman Wharton who was, when alive, a high official in the House of Rothschild. Her father was a successful money manager who arranged financing for IPOs and mergers and that it would be to my interest to develop a good rapport with her as this could be a good opening for important business for the firm.Miss Wilson let me know in her own words "Don't screw it up."
What to do? I won't be trite by saying it; yes I will; I was between a rock and a hard place. How did I get myself into a position like this? Two days later I got another note "From the desk of Rebecca Wharton." It said that she enjoyed our previous meeting. That she wanted to meet me again and she realized that I would be hesitant and therefore we could meet on neutral ground at lunch at the restaurant with some other guests there to assure me that I was safe. She invited me for lunch the next day at one o'clock, and to keep my calendar open for two hours following. Advise her if I couldn't make it. The envelope was again unsealed so I knew Miss Wilson probably read a copy of note before I got it.
Miss Wilson sent me a note in the morning prior to the meeting that I could take the whole afternoon off and she will have Larry handle the deposition that I had scheduled.She certainly read Miss Wharton's note to me and must have received a copy before I got it.
In the lounge of the restaurant at one o'clock, I saw them.There was Rebecca Wharton with seven obviously wealthy ladies and two men. One of the men being the person that Rebecca had whipped at our previous get together. They were drinking and chatting waiting to be seated for lunch. Upon spotting me, Rebecca waived me over. I ordered a Jack Daniels on the rocks and carefully approached her.
To put me at ease, Rebecca saw my apprehension said to me, "Don't worry, I won't do anything, you're safe, besides I will ask you to do something for me later." She proceeded to introduce me to the others. I recognized a few of the women as being either influential themselves or married to influential men. We were advised that our special room was available and we went into it be seated for lunch. I was seated between Rebecca and a 50ish woman who appeared to be in charge. After the main course was served she said, "No reason we can't start with our business while eating. Let's have the reports from the committee heads." I learned later she was the chairwoman for STEWS (Society to Establish Women's Superiority).
The various women gave their reports to the gathering that didn't interest me in the least. However when Rebecca gave her report I was startled to learn that she was in charge of getting recruits for the male auxiliary. She introduced the two men that were present as voluntary inductees willing to be compliant to the members of STEWS. She introduced me as good prospect that she hoped to convince to join.
Lunch was over. The women gathered around the men and me, congratulated them for their wise decision to become part of the male auxiliary and assured them that as long they conducted themselves as required they will enjoy their affection. As to me, they hoped I would see the light, and recognize the dictates of natural law and accept the inevitable. Rebecca slipped over to me and spoke softly,"We must have a chat. I know I can convince you to join when I explain all the advantages. Don't worry, it is a strict rule of the organization that membership is voluntary. That intimidation is prohibited."
Telling me that we needed privacy to talk and assuring me that no undo force will be exerted on me, I went with her to the 39th floor of the Ace of Clubs after I informed her that I was willing to listen only. I further told her she was wasting her time, no way would I join the male auxiliary, I didn't believe that nonsense, that I wasn't going to participate in her sick games and hell will freeze over before I would allow her to abuse me again.
"I understand," she told me, "I don't blame you for your feelings. My conduct was totally unforgivable and I wish to ask forgiveness but I understand if you don't." On the 39th floor, after we ordered drinks, and she was sitting next to me on a very comfortable coach in the large room adjoining the vestibule she continued, "I feel bad and it also bothered me on my lost opportunity with you. I sensed that you are a caring, sensitive man, who I could have become attached to.You may have been Mr. Right, the man I always was looking for and I treated you horribly so that there would be no chance that you would feel kindly to me."
I mellowed; I may not have lived up to her high expectations of me, but close: she is definitely a beauty, and just maybe we could be lovers. She suggested I get comfortable as it was warm in the room and nudged off my jacket and tie. The waiter took them to hang up. Getting very close to me, I felt her hot breath on my face as she reached over and rubbed my neck and chest. "You are a very attractive, irresistible man. Oh, how I wish you would forgive me and give me another chance," she whispered in my ear and licked it in the process. She proceeded in unbuttoning my shirt, pulled my undershirt up and messaged my chest. I was losing control."You should spank me for my misdeeds," she suggested "and let's go into the punishment room to give me my just deserts."
With the prospects of giving her gorgeous ass a spanking and in my aroused state by her fondling and licking me I gladly accompanied her into the adjoining room. The young maid followed. Rebecca instructed her, "Get him ready." The maid was very efficient. Before I could recover from my surprise, she had my shirt and undershirt off. With a leather strap around my waist and my hands in cuffs attached to it on each side, I was effectively restrained and immobilized.
"No, no, no, you should not do this," I said, but she paid no attention and pulled down my pants and shorts to my ankles."Now wait a minute, what's going on?" Again she paid no attention, my shoes, socks pants and shorts were heaped in with my shirt and undershirt into a pile away from me. I stood there naked with a hard on in shock, but I was at her mercy. She worked fast, did not hesitate a minute and pulled me over the edge of the table so that my ass was in the air.
She patted me on the ass and said, "good boy."
Rebecca rendered the first blow across my ass, hard, it hurt like mad, "Yeoh," I cried, "you promised."
"I know, I can't help it and it's because I love you; take it for me," was her response and gave me another lash. My god, it hurt as my prick grew even harder. She gave me three more that caused tears to flow.
"You said I was to punish you," I tried to reason with her.She gave three more.
" I know, but first, I must do my thing, then it will be your turn, darling," was her retort and gave three more. I did not know how I could stand more so that I could enjoy my retribution. She gave me three more and obviously was growing tired. "There, that is enough for now," she said as she handed the strap back to her maid.
The maid pulled me down off the table to my knees, wiped my tears with a Kleenex and with another helped me blow my nose.I was turned around so that I faced Rebecca's gorgeous ass on my knees made bare when she pulling down her Jeans. "Now, it's your turn," Rebecca said as she pulled her cheeks apart to expose her asshole. "Lick," she commanded, "It's yours to enjoy," and the maid pressed my face into it. I had no choice, this is not what I originally had in mind, but I was in no position to object and inserted my tongue to do the best I could. True, I didn't get to spank her with my hand or use a whip, but it was better then nothing. In fact I enjoyed it. Oh, what a beautiful ass.
Rebecca seemed to enjoy it as much as I, as she bucked but I had a difficulty keeping my tongue in place. "Maybe you can do better in front," and she turned around and pulled my face into her wet pussy. "Very good," she said as I lapped and licked and got her juices all over my mouth, nose, chin but basically all the work was done with my tongue. She liked it. I liked it. With a loud yelp she had an orgasm.
Rebecca turned to her maid and said, "Bring him off, clean him up and send him back to his office, I got to go. I've shopping to do." As she left she turned to me and said, "Have a nice day. Oh yes, don't forget to sign the application for your joining the male's auxiliary to STEWS.The maid had me stand up, grabbed hold of my cock, put two fingers up my ass and I with great relief and pleasure pumped and shot my load into the wastepaper basket strategically placed to receive it. She took me to the bathroom with my pile of clothes, cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. I voluntarily and freely signed the application and became a willing member of the male auxiliary. I thanked her for her attention and help.
Miss Wilson called me into her office the next morning, as she wanted to know how things had gone with my meeting with Rebecca. Of course I couldn't give her full details. I told her I had a good rapport with her. I did not feel comfortable about telling her that I voluntarily agreed to join the male's auxiliary of STEWS. She was overjoyed with what I told her and told me to continue being friendly with Miss Wharton and because of her family connections this would be beneficial for my advancement with the firm.
Rebecca and I became good friends. I knew she had many other male friends that she was very fond of and she would not restrict herself to one but I was willing to accept what I could get. I found her to be a woman with a large appetite and she would find it necessary to whip other men besides me to satisfy her hunger. I fell in love with her and reconciled myself to the occasional whipping that she would bestow on me. I also developed a strong attachment to her assistant and maid.
Rebecca contacted me one morning and asked a favor, she was entertaining two couples from England, important clients of her father and wondered whether I would join them for lunch at the restaurant that afternoon since they were interested in American Law and how it differed from English Law. She first checked with Miss Wilson who indicated that she would have another attorney in our office cover for me so that I go and have the afternoon free. I arrived at the restaurant at 12 and waited in the lounge till 1 o'clock when they showed up.
At lunch we did not discuss law, but pleasantly discussed other inconsequential matters and resolved to discuss their interests later on in the 39th floor where we could focus our attention better there. After lunch on the 39th floor in the room adjoining the main room, waiting there was a stout fellow. Rebecca had me stripped by her maid to determine which was more effective a strap or a cane, which seemed to interest the guests more then the law. They had me bend over to receive the strap and the other fellow supplied by Rebecca was bent over naked for the cane.
One English Lady was furnished with the strap and the other with the cane and the contest began. It did not take long before we both were crying in pain and our cocks responded accordingly. It was called a draw. To show that we would not hold hard feelings the men asked us to accept their cocks in our mouths, which we did. With a number of full downward thrusts we swallowed their offerings.
The women felt it unfair that we obliged the men after they did all the work. Rebecca agreed. To Rebecca's insistence we knelt before the women to even the score by licking their cunts. We satisfied them and thanked them for the privilege of serving them.
Rebecca to show that she was satisfied that we properly entertained her guests, placed us in a 69 position to relieve our own needs. After we came in each other's mouth they applauded us with, "A job well done." After giving us a big smile, Rebecca being a good hostess, left with them to see more sights of the city. All in all, it was an enjoyable afternoon and I made a new friend.
You may wonder, with the way Rebecca treated me, why I developed such affection for her. She certainly was, as Larry said a bitch. Is it possible I am a masochist? I certainly don't enjoy pain. If you have the answer let me in on it.
Things began to unravel. Mr. Wharton got into trouble. He was heavily invested in derivatives highly leveraged with his own money and his client's money when the market went south the banks had a Receiver appointed and he was out. He was wiped out except for his retirement savings in his 401K. He was not charged with a crime but he was sued civilly. He left with his small savings rolled over into his IRA that could not be touched by his creditors to a retirement village in Israel.
Rebecca had no savings, did not want to go with her dad to live in Israel, could not find employment to supply her with income so that she could live in the style she was accustomed to, moved in with me. She became pregnant and agreed to marry me only if I agreed that she could raise the kid Jewish. That was OK with me since I wasn't an ardent catholic. She soon had a second kid.
When her dad went broke there was recrimination between the ladies in STEWS. The lawsuits started left and right between them. Since they knew me, many of them hired our firm to represent them. Ace of Clubs closed down due to the loss of wealth of some of its supporters and our firm was hired for the liquidation. I was made a full partner in view of the new business I brought in. With my increased income Becky and I moved to a nice new home in the suburbs.
Becky adjusted wonderfully to her new life style, she became involved with the ladies auxiliary of the Temple, was involved with the PTA, was what one would call a soccer mom and dotted over the kids and I loved her. She did however give up her old life style and hang up her whip, except on those few occasions in the privacy of our bedroom when the kids were asleep, she would whip my ass.
That's all there ain't no more.