Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... Emma.

"Dunno. Maybe he was a real Sumo and is a Eunuch."

"Sorry What? Like related to that boxer chap Chris?" I looked confused.

"What?" She looked at me with a frown for a moment. Then suddenly said. "Oh. No silly." Emma punched me playfully. "You're thinking of Chris Eubank. No I mean a Eunuch. You know? Like having their male bits cut off when they were young."

"Really? Bugger. Never heard of that. But yeah maybe. Could be why they hire him here. Completely un-interested in sex, so is kinda safe bet. Kind of thing."

"At least it means we are safe. I wouldn't want to argue with him."

"True." I acknowledged, looking towards the one-man mountain.

We joined Remy and Amelie, who was still glued to Remy's side.

Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later we had jostled our way back to the lockers. We retrieved our outdoor cloaks, had the backs of our hands stamped to show the club symbol that would allow us back in again later. Then we headed back to the car with our prizes. There were a few cheers and whistles as we passed people in the streets going into or coming out of the other arches.

It was dull, close, not actually raining sort of weather. Not really too cold for the time of year. Our cloaks were just enough to hold off the evening as it started to chill.

For some reason, Remy did not seem to be in a hurry to get back to the party. Emma and I tagged along for mutual safety.

"So what are your Master Mike and Dennis doing?" I asked Emma, more to ...

... fill some time than anything else.

"Oh probably perving." Emma giggled. "You know those guys. They'll be looking for some new technique, or device to tease or punish us with."

"Gods. As if they are not perverted and devious enough already." I said.

"Yeah. And don't we just love it?" Emma chuckled.

Well Yes.

I still had a weird love-hate relationship to this whole pain for pleasure, loving and hating being naked in public, loving and being scared of, letting someone else take charge.

Once back inside the club, and parted from our cloaks again, it took quite a while to find Mike and Dennis.

We caught up with them watching some form of demonstration.

A short, dark haired, girl was tied, kneeling, face down over a stool. A machine, which looked a bit like a wheel with a dozen arms was rotating behind her. On the end of each arm was a brown slipper that struck the poor girl's bottom as the arms swung by. As each slipper struck, the wheel would move slightly to the side, so that each slipper struck a different part of her skin. After twelve blows, the wheel would slowly swing back again, a bit like an office fan, swinging back and forth.

At each blow the girl would cry out "ow"

Slap, "Ow",.. Slap, "Ow",.. Slap, "Ow".

I was riveted.

On the one hand I found it amusing to watch this Heath-Robinson -- or was it Rube-Iceberg or some such? Whatever! This fancy mad professor style device.

I was slightly jealous of the girl receiving such a wonderful ...