What would it look like if my Mistress took me to a club? I have a list of fetishes. All I had to do was write.
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Only Two Words
She was very careful while we were getting dressed. She followed the rule and put on her boots before her corset, and it was all I could do to remain standing seeing her like that. She wore a skirt that more framed than covered her gorgeous ass, and the boots hugged her legs right up to the knees. I stood naked in front of her; I was not permitted to move, no matter how tempting of a sight those boots were.
“You'll get your chance,” she told me, an evil smirk on her face. Then she put on her corset and had me help pull it tight. Once it was on, and she had her makeup on, it was time for me to get dressed. I had no idea what I was going to wear.
While she was putting on her makeup, I tried to guess. I knew we were going to a club, so I wasn't going to be naked. I had to be able to at least get inside. But would I be wearing a hood? A dress? A school girl outfit? Would she let me wear boy clothes, for once? Would I be dressed in a nice suit, just escorting her to the club? Probably not.
The first thing she had put on me, the only thing I'd been wearing for the past hour or so, was the heavy leather collar. It was locked in place with one of those little padlocks they put on luggage. But once her makeup was done, she pulled out a toybag and told me it was time for the rest of my outfit.
The first object she had for me was a butt plug. I was allowed to lube it with spit, sucking it as she held it in front of her like a cock. Once I had slobbered on it, she had me turn and put my head on the floor, then pressed it into my ass until I squeezed tight around it. After that, it was back to my feet.
She gave me a leather harness that goes over my shoulders and leaves a strap of leather across my chest and my back. It doesn't offer any protection, but functions like a shirt. I buckled it into place and the slid on the very tight leather shorts she offered me, noticing that they were so tight that they would work like a chastity belt, at least for the night. Another padlock kept these in place, pretty much guaranteeing that I wasn't going to be cumming that night.
“I hope you haven't been drinking too much,” she tells me. “Because I won't be taking that off if you have to pee. You'll have to hold it.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said. Those two words are important. They're the only two words I'm allowed to speak.
She gave me knee pads, which told me a lot of what we would be doing that night, and then let me put on my boots. She helped me attach my hood, taking away any kind of real identity I might have had. But she didn't put on the gag or the blinders, at least not yet. So I could still see, and I could still talk, or use my mouth.
Then she pulled out something I had never seen before. It looked like a giant leather sheath. And slowly, I realized that's exactly what it was. There was a little bar, and handle, at the tip of it. She told me to grip onto that, with both hands. Behind my back.
I gripped onto it, and I felt her buckle something onto the harness I was wearing. Then I heard laces sliding through grommets, and my arms were pulled tighter together. She pulled the laces tight around my flesh, and my arms pulled tighter and tighter. I could feel the tension in my chest, and the ache in my shoulders started not long after. Then she attached something to my collar, pulling my arms up a bit higher.
“Too tight?” she asked, her voice a bit mocking. She tightened it a bit more. “There, that's good, isn't it puppy?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said.
With my arms in a binder behind me, there was no chance I was going to be driving. In fact, I ended up laying in the back seat for the whole ride to the club. When we got there, I was only really able to stand up because of the help she gave me. She attached a leash to my collar and pulled me up to my feet, half choking me in the process. She giggled at that, and then led me across the parking lot, where anyone could have seen us, and to the door of the club.
She paid our admission fee. I couldn't have reached a wallet even if I'd been allowed to have one. I heard the music, felt it in my bones as we walked inside. Once we were in, she took me to a table. I didn't sit down. She pointed to the floor next to where she sat. I knelt.
“Good boy. Would you like to lick my boots?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said. And I meant it.
“Go ahead then. But pay attention, because I'm going to explain the rules for tonight while you do it.”
She had to yell over the music, and even still I had to focus on her words as I ran my tongue over the leather of her boots. I couldn't enjoy myself as much as I wanted to, couldn't moan out my pleasure, for fear of missing something she might say.
“Tonight, you are going to serve anyone and everyone I tell you to. I'm going to let them write on your skin. They'll spank you, they'll bite you, they'll whip you. You will take it all. You will let them call you names. I've organized a lot for tonight. They will put clamps on your nipples. They may let you lick their boots or at least kiss their shoes. And you will. And every time they are done with you, they will slap you, hard. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she said, reaching into her purse. She threaded the strap onto my hood and attached the blindfold, leaving me completely in the dark. “You won't get to see who does what.”
“Yes Mistress.”
I continued licking her boots, focusing on the smell and the taste, on the sounds of the club around me. I knew the rules were done, but she was still talking.
“Do you wonder who I've arranged to come here, puppy?” she asked me. “Will it be people you know? Will it be women, or will there be men? Maybe I'll have them sign your flesh after they use you, so you'll look in the mirror tomorrow and see the names of all the people you served without even thinking about it. Without having any idea that it was them you were worshiping, or that it was them who kicked you, slapped you, beat you.
“Maybe there will be people I hadn't even thought of. After a few of the ones I've planned have used you, maybe some of the other people in the club will want a turn. And I couldn't refuse them, could I? But why would I? You love the idea of being used by strangers. Don't you puppy?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said, transferring over and beginning to lick her second boot, sure that I had hit every spot on the first one, even though I couldn't see.
“You'll serve anyone I tell you to, won't you, puppy?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She laughed, and I felt the boot I wasn't licking start to rub suggestively against my crotch. I wanted to have an erection, but the shorts were so tight that there was no space for it.
“Another time, maybe I'll bring you back here without your butt so tightly plugged. Maybe we'll let people fuck you in the ass. Maybe with strap ons. Maybe with dildos. Maybe just with real cocks. And we can fuck you in the front, too, can't we? Right in the mouth. Maybe that will happen tonight. Would you like to suck cocks tonight?”
I didn't. Not real ones, anyway. I wasn't ready for that step. But I had only two words I could say. So I said them. “Yes Mistress.”
She laughed again. “You really are pathetic, you know that? But don't worry, puppy. I'm not going to let you suck some man's cock. You don't deserve that. And I wouldn't want you pleasuring other people with that tongue of yours. I wouldn't want to risk you deciding that you just want to be a cock sucker for the rest of your life. I wouldn't risk you deciding that you were as gay as we both know you are, and devoting your life to the cock. No, we can't have that.”
Suddenly, there was a tugging at my throat. She pulled me up to my knees by the leash, jolting me into place. And then she was there, her head right next to mine, her mouth right at the level of my ears. “You're mine,” she growled. “Mine and mine alone.”
Then she pushed me back so hard that I almost fell onto my bound arms. I would have had she let go of the leash. But she held it, and thereby held me up. But she put a boot on my chest and held me half bent backwards, half on my knees. The tension in my legs was agony.
“You're mine, puppy,” she said. “Remember that. No matter who else uses you, no matter how many times you get slapped tonight, you are mine. Mine to do with as I please. I'm the one who will see the bruises. I'm the one who will make damned sure you have bruises. I'm the one who matters. You know that, don't you puppy?”
Only one response was appropriate.
“Yes Mistress.”
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