A Night Out

A Night Out

I took extra care with my preparations that night. I wanted to feel perfect. It would be our first time playing in public together. And my first time playing in public as a submissive…that doesn’t sound right…I didn’t feel like a submissive. I felt sexy, powerful and dominant; I was looking forward to being on exhibition. My favorite part though is the dance that we share; that sexy tango of power and desire.

I performed a series of enemas to make sure I was thoroughly cleaned out for you. I showered very carefully, shaving all body hair clean. It felt so nice to touch my naked pussy. I felt sensuous and vulnerable and so turned on. I dressed very carefully in my sexiest clothes; black lace bra, matching lace thong, thigh top stockings and knee high suede boots. I looked very hot. I picked out my shortest black leather skirt and zipper down black blouse. I spray a bit of gardenia perfume in my hair so as I move it wafts around me. I place the necklace you like so much around my throat, a simple leather cord with a cock ring hanging from it. Red lipstick is the only make-up I wear. It makes my lips look so fuckable. I hope you agree.

I put on my leather jacket and wait for you to arrive. I don’t have to wait long. You arrive a few minutes later and look me up and down. You walk around me as I stand still under your gaze. You lower the zipper on my blouse so it is open to below my breasts. Your hands separate the blouse and rest on my tits. Your thumbs brush my nipples making them hard. A shock wave goes through me and I catch my breath as you pinch both nipples very hard. I look into your eyes and whisper, “Thank you, Sir”. A smile fleets across your face. You lead me to the sofa and push me over the back, tapping my feet with your toe to make me spread my legs very wide for you. My skirt is so short that you don’t even need to move it to have full access to my ass and pussy. I feel your hands tracing over the lace of my thong. It feels so good. Then, very hard, you spank my bottom. A flurry of swats, all very hard, alternate across both cheeks. Then you are rubbing my bottom and I can feel the heat as it spreads to my pussy making it wet. Your fingers dip into my pussy and draw out the wetness making your fingers slick. I feel you pushing into my bottom hole lubing it with my juices. And then something hard and cold is touching my bottom hole. Pushing and stretching me until I think I can’t take any more, then suddenly, the big plug seats itself in my bottom. You push on it a few times to make sure I can feel it there. You whisper that it will stay there until we return back home that evening. Again, I whisper, “Thank you, Sir”.

You help me to stand and take my hands in yours. It is time to go. You lead me to the elevator and rub my ass as we wait. Once in the elevator you pinch my nipples again to bring them erect and then adjust my clothes and re-zip my blouse. The doors open and I follow you out of the hotel to the car. You open my door and help me settle. Once in the car you take something out of your pocket. I see the glint of light as it hits the silver metal. You reach out for my hands and I offer them to you. In a moment the thumb cuffs have joined my hands together, locking them in place until you decide they may be released.

We drive to the club where the party is being held. I am focusing my energy on letting go and allowing myself to be lead by you. It is a strange sensation for me but one that I am enjoying the more I settle into it.

Finally we arrive at the club and park. You open my door and help me out of the car. My hands feel awkward. I don’t know what to do with them, so I let them hang in front of me. You seem pleased with yourself that I am a bit off balance. You reach over and unzip my blouse a little bit, just to my cleavage, a tease for those who will see me when we enter the club. We look in each others eyes and both smile. The fun is about to begin.

We go into the club and find that a few people are already here and milling around. You stash your toybag out of the way for later use. People are getting comfortable, saying hello to those they know, introducing themselves to strangers, scoping out potential playmates for the evening. The space is large and the play spaces are laid out pretty well. At the back of the club is a seating area with sofa and chairs. It is a few steps up from the club floor so it is a good place from which to people watch. You have introduced us to a few people and made polite conversation as the crowd grows.

When the people have stopped arriving and the doors have been closed you have me stand while you prepare me for the next part of the evening. You open one side of the cuffs and take off my jacket. You unzip my blouse and slowly push it off my shoulders and down to the floor. I am starting to feel very vulnerable and focus all my attention on you. You turn me around so that I am facing away from you and you pull my arms behind my back to re fasten the cuffs so my hands are now secured behind me. I feel you reach under my skirt and your fingers dip into my dripping pussy. Any doubt you had that this was very erotic to me are now gone and you decided to go further.

You pull items out of your toybag and show them to me one at a time. First, the collar; I don’t usually like collars, but you want me to wear it and I want to please you. Next, the nipple clamps come out. You run the clamps through the ring of the collar so that they hang off the ring. You reach into my bra and grasp each nipple roughly. You pull the nipples and twist until my tits have spilled out of the bra. You are twisting and pinching my nipples very roughly as I look at you and whimper a bit. “Please, Sir, that hurts”, I whisper. You squeeze harder and lean into me as you whisper in my ear, “Yes, it does. Say thank you”. “Thank you, Sir”, I whimper. You lift one nipple and attach the clamp, then you do the same with the other. Once you have secured both you allow the full weight of my big tits to pull on the clamps. It hurts. My body starts to sway and I lean toward you. You steady me and run your thumbs over my clamped nipples. Oh God, that feels so good. I want more and I lean closer to you. You press harder with your thumbs. I lean closer still, nearly swooning with lust. You press even harder, moving your thumbs in circles. The only things keeping me from falling into you are your hands and my desire to continue feeling you. I am so turned on I can barely think and have to force myself to hear you as you whisper in my ear, “Don’t you dare cum, slut, unless you beg me for permission first”. Your words alone nearly push me over the edge. I lean into you, placing my forehead on your chest and whisper, “Please, please, Sir. Please, don’t stop. Please let me cum for you, Sir. Please. Please. Sir”. You push me back from you and lift my chin so I am looking at you. “Soon, slut, you will cum for me and more. But first I wish to show off how patient, obedient and lustful you are.” “Yes, Sir”, I whisper. You lead me over to the spanking horse and place me over it. The weight of my tits pulling against the nipple clamps in this new position causes pain to shoot through me and I whimper audibly. I focus on my breathing so my body can be free to experience the sensations. You walk around so you are in front of me. And your hands reach down and massage my tits. It feels so good. You lean down and tell me that you are going to push me farther than I have gone before. “I am going to cane your bottom. You will receive twelve strokes. They are going to hurt, but I know you can take this for me. Do you wish to be restrained?” My mind is whirling. But I know I want this for you and with you. And I don’t want to disappoint you. “Yes Sir, please restrain me.”

You unfasten the thumb cuffs and rub my arms as you bring them down in front of me cuffing me into the w
rist cuffs at the front of the horse. The
n you fasten my ankles in to the ankle cuffs at the back of the horse. Once more you come around and kneel in front of me. “I want you to focus only on the sensation of the cane meeting your ass. So, I am removing the nipple clamps.” In one motion both clamps are removed and the pain shoots through me. I pull against the bonds and I am grateful they are there. Your hands immediately start to massage the sore nipples and tits. It feels so good. Just as I start to feel the wetness dripping down my thigh you stop and pick-up the cane.

Your hand is on my lower back. I can feel your strength and comfort and I am calmed. I hear the cane swish through the air and then the pain blinds me. I breathe in sharply and the next falls before I can recover. The first six are like this, fast and hard and powerful. No recovery time. No time to think. All I may do is feel. The last six are slow and measured. Each one painting a stripe cross my ass in a spot that you have chosen precisely to allow me to feel all that I can take and all that you can give. When the last stroke fell I was crying and it felt so good. You immediately unfastened my wrists and ankles and wrap around me holding me close to you. You lead me to the sofa but I am afraid to sit. You sit down and I lay down so my butt is not touching the sofa. Your fingers trace across the welts and it sends shivers through my body. My body is responding to your touch and soon my breath is ragged. You position me so that I am over your lap and continue to rub my sore ass. I don’t think I can hold back my orgasm any longer and start to beg you to let me cum for you. “Don’t cum until I tell you to” you say, as your left hand finds my sore nipple. Your hand is raking across my ass and your fingers are twisting my nipples. “Do you want to cum, slut?” “Yes Sir, please Sir.” “Tell me how much you want to cum?” “Oh God, Sir, your slut wants to cum for you so badly. Please, please, Sir. I will be such a good slut for you. Please let me cum for you. Please! I don’t think I can wait Sir!” “You beg so pretty, my slut. Cum for me now.” My body convulses across your lap as you spank my bottom hard while I cum. My mind is exploding as I feel the pain and pleasure and lust and, of course, affection all at once. I am crying. I am so overcome by emotions. As I settle back to earth you offer me some cranberry juice and I realize how thirsty I am; and how hungry I am. As if reading my mind you whisper that you need to take me home as the rest of the evening is for our eyes only. “Yes, Sir”, I whisper. As we rise and walk out of the club all eyes are on us.