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Archive name: ace.txt (Fm, reluc, s&m)
Authors name: Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : Ace of Clubs

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This story is fictional.  It has no relationship to anyone I 
know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet.  It came out 
of my own sick mind.  It's pornographic and should not be 
read by anyone who doesn't like this kind of stuff.  Also it 
should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under.  It's 
probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read 
this story.

Ace of Clubs (Fm, reluc, s&m)
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 E-
mail 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.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others
outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to
*HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted
partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good
care of it!
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