Feeling hot, sexy, and ready for adventure, I walked passed the doorman wiggling my ass, and feigned surprise when he patted me on the ass as I passed...by. Turning the wiggle up a notch, I sauntered into the club. It was new, and had attracted a young crowd. I doubted if most of them were old enough to drink. Hell, I wasn't yet. (Three weeks to go!)The Panting Duchess" had a fabulous sound system, with a low, grumbling bass that made my clit throb. The lighting on the floor with the dancers was. A funnel shape! Shaking, I clawed at the wet grass trying to bring myself to my feet, and then I fled, in mindless terror from that which I cannot fight, even as the wind begins to build a roaring sound. As I pulled open the door of the tornado shelter my ears were popping. I saw the transformer, on its pole across the street from my house, exploded in a ball of green fire that was then sucked upwards. I had to fight a horrible suction to get the door closed again. I slammed the bar into place. My hips move and start to grind."Stay still." You say. I moan and try to stay as still as I can. You twist and pull on my nipples making them hard, pausing at times to pinch them. I start to grind and move my hips again. "Stay still." You slap my thigh."Mmmm," I purr. "I cant help it!" Well, you had better learn how to control yourself girl, or you won't be allowed to orgasm." You warn.I gasp and plant my bottom to the bed and fight hard to keep it there. I don't want to ruin my chances of. He told me to strip. I did. When he saw that I was wearing panties, he said, mmmmmmmm you are a little bitch aren't you? Want me to fuck you like the little girly boy you are. I whispered lightly, yes. He said, yes what? I said yes Sir. He got up and brung over some lipstick and mashed it over my lips. Telling me if your going to be my bitch then you must look like it. Then he sprayed perfume on me. He took me and forced me to bend over. He took out this lube and showed me a butt plug. It was.