Erotica 2003

Whacko's

What When Why Whacko

11th October 2001

Everyone keeps asking me what is Whacko like. Well I say - if it wasn't any good then I wouldn't go, now would I?

Whacko is a nice change from the norm, it's not packed like sardines (fish I mean) Everyone is welcome with a smile and open arms. OK, that's the selling speech, now what fuck went on while I was there last weekend?

OK to set the scene first, only slave 1 came with me as sub 2 was entertaining (more to the point she was out shagging). So slave 1 and I went and pick up a couple we met two weeks earler at the opening of my own club. We all arrived about midnight, which is generally a good time to get to any club.

The door whores are always on hand to give myself and my chair (stroke wheelbarrow) down the stairs, I hadn't even got 2 thirds down the stairs and I've got other perves coming up to me to say hi.

Once down and stable, I made my way round to say hi to everyone and see my victims for the night.

In the back room were 2 crosses and what's this something new, a round table, padded and about waist high. OK so let's see what we can do with this.

So slave up on her knees, arse facing me, out comes the nine tails and we get straight into action, for some funny reason I was feeling rather masterful and let rip on the cheeks of her arse (not to mention the fact that her pussy happened to be at the height that it looked like it was winking at me). After receiving a bloody good beating she was ordered to spark up a cigarette and get me a drink.

While watching other masters and mistresses (females administer punishment? Not on me they won't! It must have been a special occasion.) He he he fuck I'm going to get some stick for that comment, but who cares, it's my birthday so suffer!

Anyway as I said I was watching others and suddenly realised the table turned or spun round (whatever) so back up on the table she was ordered only this time on her back. Now we got a routine that seems to put a smile on her face and I must admit gives me a chance to try out new things.

Well that table was great, I didnt have to move at all I just had to spin her round, so each time I was bored with the position she was in I clapped my hands and she changed to on her knees with arms up and tits out. (Big time spankable tits as well)

When I slapped her tits and made them wobble the look on bystanders faces was a picture and put a big smile not only on her face but also my own.

Time to give up the table to another but wait there was something brewing. David the club owner had a cheeky look in his eye. Into the room came a rather tall TV and half a dozen good looking sluts with butterfly nets, what the hell was going on, was what I first thought then it came to me, as Mic Scarlet done the compare all was suddenly clear.

When we came in the club we were given a raffle ticket (so what I thought and just put it in my pocket) the ticket was a free draw but how were the numbers going to be chosen? Not in any ordinary way, I can tell you!

On his/her/its knees, (can someone let me know what you call a TV? Him/ her/perve or fuckin well done), big smile on his face as he/she was turned about, out of his mouth came a ping pong ball with a number on it, then again for a second time but the third time was different for out of his choclate whizz way came the third and final ball, and from across the room we have a winner and what was the prize a vibrating truncheon of course. (The winner should have had to clean the balls as well!)

Back to the evening's fun, still in the same room as I'm not much of a dancer when my wheels never seem to do what I want them to.

There was sort of a little competition going on between myself and other masters, we were all trying to show each other something new and go that little bit further than the last so my turn again.

This time slave was on her back, legs spread wide, nothing on but a collar, her pussy pointing in the direction of the other masters and very good looking sluts (but dont anyone tell them as they dont really deserve compliments) so with a few slaps and flicks to her pussy as she held her lipyps open I tickled and fingered away at her clit, then when she was so worked up I stopped (god did I get some abuse) when she had calmed down a little further, I went inserting 2 fingers inside across her G spot making her gush but I stopped at the point of total meltdown and just held my fingers inside her without moving. After doing this three times it was time to let rip, I warned the other masters to have their umbrellas at hand but none to be seen.

After my slave asking if she could cum, on the third time I gave her permission and she let out this stream that the local fire brigade would have been happy with and covered the table, the other masters and afterwards it was pointed out that even the celling was wet. (Not bad wet but not bad). After that the gates were open or more like it was open season on slaves, both crosses were being used and the table at the same time, where to look was becoming a problem not for being put off by the action but it was because nobody wanted to miss anything.

The colour of some of the pert little arses was every colour between white and black although red and purple were the more prominent colours. My my my, I haven't said what the music was like but to be honest I was so busy I didnt notice. Sorry but I do know the dance floor was humming all night and everyone was in a very happy mood, so get yourself down to Whacko on Saturday 27th of October and see if you can do any better.