Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Diane Leyne Page A

answer. Mac, does she deep throat?”
    Mac laughed. “Has any sub ever been able to deep throat that monster in your pants? Our little subbie will give it her best, won’t you, subbie?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Or, Jake, you can have her ass. She’s new to anal, and you’d be helping us break her in. You can paddle her ass first.”
    “Deal. See you back there in half an hour.”
    She watched the Dom named Jake walking away. He was one of the tallest men she’d ever met, easily six four or five, and .his shoulders were broad, and his hands were as big as dinner plates. She shivered.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Sean and Mac lead her around the club, making sure to give her a good look at what was happening. She saw plenty of subs with even fewer clothes on than she had. Others had painful-looking apparatuses attached to their breasts or to their cock and balls, if the sub was male. Many were being lead around on leashes, some on their hands and knees.
    She was shown an area where the unmatched subs waited, hoping to be chosen. She was told they have no right to refuse a Dom except by saying their safe word, which would also mean they had to leave for the evening.
    There were several “scenes” in progress in the main room, including a man with a painfully engorged-looking cock being whipped by his Dom. And a woman strapped to what looked like a gynaecologist’s chair with her Dom “examining” her. In a third area, a woman was moaning with pleasure as she was strapped down to a table with her legs wide apart, and a dozen men lined up, obviously intent on fucking her in turn.
    Eventually, they came to “room two.” She thought it was going to be a private room, for just the three of them and Jake, but there were other people here. And a small raised stage with a couple of dozen seats in front. There were also two large screens, one on either side of the table on the stage. They were obviously connected to a camera pointed at the table, to give the viewing audience a close-up of the action.
    When Mac led her in on her leash, trailing behind him, up onto the stage, the people began to take the seats. Sean helped her remove her shoes and thong and position herself against the table. The table was tilted forward and then bent in the middle so that her lower body leaned forward and her upper body leaned down, bent at the waist.
    He pulled her legs apart and strapped them to the table legs at the thigh, knee, and ankle. Then he checked the angle and then leaned down to attach the torso strap. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. The cameras are closed circuit only. They don’t record. No one is allowed to take pictures here. All cell phones are turned in on entry and returned later, and no one can sneak one in because we have scanners.”
    Then he strapped her arms to her side. He moved his hand around under the table, and a panel popped free, allowing her breasts to drop through. Sean disappeared under the table. She could feel him sucking on her nipples, and she knew that meant he’d be attaching clamps. She braced herself and was surprised that they weren’t overly tight. They pinched, stimulating, but there was no shooting pain. At least not until he attached the weights. They tugged her nipples, stretching them painfully. Every time she moved, every time she breathed, the weights moved, causing a new jolt of pain.
    Mac came over to inspect Sean’s progress. All that was left was to remove the headrest so she’d be able to suck cock. He nodded approvingly and then squatted down to inspect her breasts. He lifted the weights in his hand, taking the pressure off her nipples. And then he let them drop, jiggling, causing equal parts pain and desire to shoot through her, directly to her pussy.
    She hadn’t realized there was a third screen. It was smaller than the others, and Sean positioned right in front of her while Mac focused the camera on her ass. He zoomed in on the moisture seeping out of her pussy. Then he