It hurt so much. I looked down to my wounded arm. It looked to be worsening. I was cold. Breaking through my aching muscles, I reached down to my feet... and pulled my blanket over me. I would do something in the morning. I was still tired. It was too painful to move.I woke up. Eleven in the afternoon. I was getting worse. I was getting thirsty. I had to use the bathroom. I could barely move.Someone was knocking on my front door. I could hear the faint pounds downstairs through my closed bedroom. The club has strict rules and after chatting with the owners and being shown around and introduced to a few patrons, we decided to become members and enjoy what the club has to offer.We arrived early so after being shown the club facilities it was still fairly quiet so we got a drink from the bar and settled into one of the seating areas to acclimatise to what we were feeling. It wasn’t long before it got busier and a couple came and sat next to us.At first our nervousness caused a little. “We’ll need to go now so our husbands can see these well fucked holes!” Pauline gave both guys a long lingering kiss, and then I took her place, kissing the guys slowly and seductively. Placing our dresses back on I got the Taxi card out and rang the driver. “Listen guys you’ll need to do a performance like that so our kinky husbands can see what dirty unfaithful sluts they’ve married!” Mac smiled and said it would be a privilege to fuck such hot wife sluts, while their wimp husbands wanked. Lay down" he said more softly this time. I layed down on the bed, arms and legs spread wide. Master tied me up to the bed, and put the blind fold on me, I couldn't see anything. He gagged me and the I head him speak "slave, you have been very, very bad. You are going to be punished, but not normally. You are going to be punished in the worst way a dedicated slave can be punished." he stopped talking, and I heard him leave. I lay there, not moving... Wondering what could be so bad, but little.