Disciplined by my Roommate. The Dirty Roommate, #5

A collar and a leash? Sure. A chastity belt? Why not. But serving as a table for one of our guests, giving him a clear view of my core? My Master's discipline is even wilder than I thought. I know it though. My roommate is a DOMINANT. Whatever his desires, I must submit. Even if it means exposing myself to strangers. The little black dress he makes me wear reveals the slightest of my generous curves...
And the chastity belt that encloses my intimacy. Today is a special day. For the first time, he's going to introduce me to a BDSM club. When we arrive, he gives me the rules. If I want him to take care of me, I have to find out which of his friends has the key to my belt. Whatever I have to do to get that key back, I'll do it. Even if it means submitting to another man. So when I fail to fulfill my mission, it's not the hand of my dominant that punishes me.
No, it's his mentor's. Older than us, this experienced man will do anything to make me cry in pain... Before making me scream with pleasure. Ropes holding me to the ceiling, clamps on my most sensitive parts, and his belt meeting my skin. No part of my humiliation is hidden from the club members. When finally I find the arms of my dominant, he has only one idea in mind: take my body... And offer me to his mentor.
For the first time, I'm going to take another man in my most secret entrance. Trapped between these two men, I know that the pleasure will be intense. It doesn't matter what he asks of me. I will submit to my dominant.