Chapter 1 - The poker game
I never expected it to end for the two women the way it did. But then I’m not always privy to everything that goes on within the walls of the Club. Some things I find out after the fact. Although I might be part owner, Mistress Chastity still pretty much runs the place… although I do think she’s grooming me for the day I’ll be running it by myself.
Carmen and Sophia, a businesswoman/Mistress and her secretary/submissive, had been in the Club on several occasions, most notably up onstage the night Aravanna lost her head. I did see them while I was snuffing little Lexi up in the drowning tank. But usually I noticed them at one of the gaming tables. Sophia would dutifully stand near her Mistress in her secretarial garb like a well-trained puppy.
The dark-haired Latina usually made it a point to verbalize what she was going to do to the French girl in no uncertain terms should she win or lose. Sophia always reacted with just the right amount of alarm. That was something I suspect Carmen relished… which was probably why she verbally abused her in the first place. Afterwards they would disappear into either a sex or snuff room.
Sometimes I went up to Chastity’s luxury box to look in on their playtime through our video monitoring system. Many times Mistress and I watched Carmen tie up her submissive and then pound the shit out of her cunt with a strap-on. More than once we watched as the dark-haired Latina deprived her submissive of air until the poor thing climaxed violently.
Both of them would usually end up orgasming over and over again until they wore each other out. Then they would clean up, get dressed and calmly step back into the casino for a bit more gambling before they left for the night. Their antics usually left Mistress terribly breathless and horribly aroused… which left me with the necessary task of helping get her off through some sort of sexual release that often involved me choking her to some extent.
Chastity often talked about what she would do to the two of them if she ever got her hands on them, especially the French girl. She lusted after them both, vowing that when she was done with them she would see to it their naked bodies would swing side by side. During those times she was like a woman possessed, begging me to fuck the daylights out of her while nearly strangling her to unconsciousness.
As much as she wanted them for a night of sexual gratification, I fully believed Carmen would never give her the chance. The proud Latina was confident, and much too careful to allow herself to fall into Chastity’s sadistic clutches. I had absolutely no idea how wrong I was.
The evening was young that fateful night as I wandered around the Club. But for some reason I couldn’t find Mistress Chastity anywhere. Even Monique was missing, and I searched high and low for the two of them.
For a while I thought they were together down in Chastity’s playroom. Out of curiosity I went down to check. But they weren’t there either. It wasn’t until I asked one of the attendants that I learned they were both at a high-stakes poker game in one of our private rooms.
When I walked into the room she led me to, I could hear the game in progress. The room was larger than I expected, perhaps because there were a lot of people inside. Then I turned and focused my attention on the table near the opposite wall.
Chastity, Carmen and four males sat around the damned thing, my wife acting as dealer. Behind them in nice chairs sat five naked females, including Carmen’s Sophia. None of those women looked like they really wanted to be there. Was it because of the consequences they would suffer if their sponsor was eliminated from the game?