The submissive's emotions were going through a full rollercoaster ride, from elation to anxiety and despair. She had the kind of look on her face that always drove me crazy. Helplessness and despair, lust and need.
I longed to get closer and drink in the emotion, savor that stranger's reaction on her journey through subspace. The arousal of watching the transformation of her mind and body made my own blood burn with lust I hadn't felt for months. It'd been so long since I'd watched a scene of power exchange I had forgotten how beautiful it was. She gave herself, without any restraints or hesitation, and embraced the pain with as much willingness as the pleasure. The red stripes on her body were brighter, just as her eyes. The man tugged the chain down and the woman hit her straight across the clit.
It was mesmerizing and I couldn't take my eyes off them in the busy club environment. These three people didn't notice anything beyond the scene. They shared it with the world and yet ignored its presence.
I could approach them and ask in a quiet, respectful way if they'd allow me to assist them. Their little pet was deceptive in her frailty and I was sure she could take a lot. The more they beat her, the more ecstasy I could detect in her screams.
How thrilling it would be to hold that power again, to put her through her paces and help her get to places she'd never been to.
That would only make my wound hurt more, though. As much as I reveled in their scene, they were just strangers. There was another redhead I wanted to put on a cross and torture until she broke. She was far away, though.
Someday, I'd move on from the memory of Lina but that day hadn't come yet. I sighed and continued my journey through the heart of the club.
Lina and I had never discussed going to a place where we didn't have to hide our dynamics. It was tempting to show her off as my pet but our relationship needed time to fully mature and grow. Her submission in private was more than enough and I didn't want to push her into a realm she wouldn't be comfortable with.
What would it be like if she was with me tonight? If we were together, she'd be wearing the red collar and I'd lead her on a long leash. She'd keep her head down and walk with all the beauty and grace required of her. Her holes would be stretched by sex toys. It would thrill me to hear her quiet whimpers when the stimulation proved to be too much, when her classy facade started melting. Her skin would get just as red as that of the girl on the cross when I ordered her to strip for all the strangers and show her obedience.
I closed my eyes and pictured her naked, on her knees at my feet, humiliated and aroused by all the people who watched her in her natural state. She'd be wet and ready, her wrists bent behind her head, with open lips and gleaming blue eyes. I'd caress the underside of her chin with the tip of my riding crop and make her look up at me. My fingers would touch the side of her face and whisper she had been a wonderful pet and I'd make sure she never forgot that night. She'd shiver when I pressed her face to my thigh and...
"I asked are you going to join us?" A male voice interrupted my daydreaming. I blinked a few times before I focused on the speaker. He was standing a few feet away from me with a beautiful woman at his feet who wore nothing but a leather corset, high heels and a collar. Her Master was petting her chocolate brown curls and running a long riding crop down her breasts.
How long had I been staring at them?
"You seem intrigued by my pet." The man chuckled and I felt myself blushing. Shit. I hadn't blushed since my late teens, or so I liked to tell myself. "It's all right. She's beautiful and I don't mind sharing."
I pulled myself together and smiled with as much charm as possible.
"Yes, of course, she's a gorgeous pet. But I'm already late. Someone's expecting me."
"Pity." He smirked, grabbed the girl by the hair and yanked it back. "Maybe next time."
"Maybe."
It was time to get to Allie before I did something I'd regret later. The orgy of emotions and physical sensation pulled me like a magnet. It wasn't so much because of the gratuitous sex as the chance to observe the connection between the players. How had I ever imagined I could live without it in a relationship?
For the first time in months, my heart was beating with excitement and energy was coursing through my blood. Lina might never be my sub again. All the pain and bad memories had poisoned us. If we got back together it could lead to worse suffering. Someday, though, when I was truly over her, I'd try to find happiness with another submissive. However, if I couldn't, I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than settle for a nice safe relationship.
I took the elevator to the notorious Eye Room. It was a spacious room with dark glasses at the top of The Fortress and allowed access to the surveillance cameras on every level and in every room of the club. The security unit had a separate room with similar equipment. This one was for The Dragon's personal pleasure, as well as that of his friends. There was an adjoining suite with a guest and play area, bigger than any of the private units in the building. Each year during her birthday, Allie made it look different. I wondered with some light anxiety what she had planned for this party.
Any kind of prediction was pointless when it came to her.
Allie sat in front of a row of monitors and gave some last instructions on her headset. When she saw me enter, she hurried to finish the conversation, took the set off and got up from the large leather chair with a dazzling smile.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in." She smirked and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I gave her a hug, placed my hands on the small of her waist and moved her away so I could take a better look at her.
"Wow. You'll break a lot of hearts tonight." I whistled and raised her hands in the air. Allie looked at me with the same old amusement.
She was wearing a long, sleeveless black gown, with spaghetti straps and heart-shaped cleavage. Its thigh-high slit revealed a pair of killer black boots with such thin, sharp heels they could serve as a dagger. The velvet opera gloves made her long, lithe arms look even more slender. Mistress Sheila's long black wig with perfectly cut bangles was hiding her blonde hair. She had replaced her usual purple contact lenses with green ones and they truly made her look like a cat. If I hadn't seen her in a similar outfit at least a thousand times I'd never have recognized her.
It would be weird to have a sexual relationship with Allie but it was hard to stay indifferent to her beauty and vampiric allure.
"Thomas, you swept me off my feet with your eloquence. Have you been practicing in front of the mirror or did you come up with this gem on the fly?" she teased and ran her blood red fake nails down my neck.
"Just take the compliment." I rolled my eyes at her. "If I had a submissive bone in my body, I'd be sprawled before you and begging you to use me as your carpet." I looked down at her heels and winced. "Or maybe not. You'd raise some mean welts with those heels."
I took the gift from the inner pocket of my coat. Allie frowned and picked up the paddle. It was beautifully wrapped in black paper with a red ribbon.
"Thomas, I might take you up on your offer. I told you, no presents--just bring yourself. That would be enough."
"That wouldn't be much of a present, would it?" I squeezed her shoulder and curled her fingers tighter around the paddle. "I've been doing what you told me to do ever since you dragged me out of my house so I feel like your exclusive slave boy."
"Trust me, Tommy boy, no self-respecting Domme would put up with you and your attitude." She chuckled while she unraveled the ribbon.
"Good for me. You were so patient I felt you deserved something beautiful. It's custom made from the same cherry wood you used for your home dungeon."
Allie raised my gift to the light, grinned and ran her hands down the smooth surface of the lacquered cherry wood. It shone under the cold lamplight. Her face lit up when she saw the inscription saying Mistress Sheila will make you bleed. There were complex ornaments around the letters and a few drops of blood dripping from her name. A smaller sign below read, "...If you ask nicely
".
"Happy birthday, Allie." I kissed her cheek. "I can't possibly thank you enough for being there for me even when I was an unbearable, drunk and slurring mess. You are..."
"Enough, enough." She burst into laughter and pulled me into another tight embrace. "If you go on I'll have to cut down on my daily sugar. I haven't even had my birthday cake yet."
"I want you to know I don't take you for granted. I'm aware you're always saving my ass." I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek again.
Allie chuckled. She moved away and stared at me for a long time with narrowed eyes.
"No worries, Tommy boy. If you ever forget it, I have the right tools to put you back in your place." She caressed the shining surface of her new tool with a glowing face. "This is really beautiful. I'm impressed."
"I'm sure once you test it you'll see it is also just as practical." I patted it with a thumb and felt a knot tighten around my heart. Was it jealousy? "Have you got some lucky guy or girl you'll use it on?"
"We'll see." Her fingertips trailed over the blood drops. "The night is still young." Allie looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "By the way, you don't look bad, not at all, even with that ridiculous beard."
"Take a picture because it's the last time you'll see me wearing a suit." I loosened the tie around my neck. "At least until you force me into it next year."
The only thing Allie loved better than guys in suits was to make them strip and kneel for her.
"It's a shame. It makes you look grown up." She shook her head and walked away to leave her gift in the adjoining room, turning to look at me before she disappeared through the door. "I didn't mean the clothes. It's your face. I haven't seen you look so alive... well, for ages. Could it be you're getting out of your zombie period?"
"Am I?" I ran my fingers through my hair and turned around to the screens. The wild orgy all over The Fortress made blood rush to my dick. I wasn't sure where the night would take me but I was more than willing to follow. "Yes, you were right. I could use some party life."
"You could use some life. Period."
Once she returned, she grabbed me under the arm. "And I'm always right."
Smug bitch. I rolled my eyes at her as she led me out of the Eye Room.
"Come on, we're already late for the big show." She held me tight. "It will be glorious this year. The main stage act is out of this world."
"Aren't all of your parties glorious, Mistress Sheila?" I teased, but my mood shifted to anxiety. "Listen, um, I hope you haven't planned to hook me up with someone. Being here is a huge step for me. I don't think I can handle more tonight."
"Oh, don't you know me at all, Thomas?" That innocent, sing-song voice made me nervous. What was the minx up to? "I won't put you through more than you can handle."
Oh damn it!
When we went back to the elevator Allie shook me by the shoulder and uttered with a frown, "Hey, are you trying to rip my arm off?"
That was when I realized I was clutching onto her for dear life, practically clawing her elbow. I softened my grip and once again loosened the tie around my neck.
"Sorry. I'm a little nervous. It's been so long..."
"That's stage fright." She pressed the button. "I never thought I'd say it to another top but no one can make you do anything you don't want to, remember?"
I nodded and sucked in a breath when we descended to the bottom floor.
Something could change tonight and the million-dollar question was if I were ready.
The best plan was to focus on the show and the sexual play all over the place. The artists performing at Allie's main stage act were always high level and turned even the most trivial kink into a thing of beauty. My eyes would be in for a real treat even if my cock didn't get any action.
Several tops approached Mistress Sheila while we were making our way through the crowd. They spoke her name with respect and offered her their subs as a treat. One of them introduced himself as Sir Walter, a gentleman in his sixties with a goatee and a silver cane. He held two subs by their leashes, a man and a woman kneeling by their Master's feet. They had the perfect bodies of people who worked out all the time, slave collars, and brands with their owner's initials on their hips. Their eyes were cast down in a perfect obedience. The couple even moved in a synchronous fashion.
"Aren't they adorable?" Sir Walter snickered and petted their heads. "They could easily pass as twins. Sometimes I have them role-play as a brother and sister, and they are great. It's rare to find someone so convincing during rape play." The girl shivered when he ran his fingers down her chin to her heavy collar. "They'll do everything you command them, Mistress. Are you sure you don't want them for the night? I'd love to see what a young lady like you could do with my slaves. They were trained to please both men and women."
He looked at me in a suggestive way and I shook my head with a smile. Maybe somewhere there was a man who could make me question my sexuality and provoke me to expand my horizons. That man certainly wasn't Sir Walter.
Allie smiled widely and I could see she was tempted. Most of her former official subs were men in their late thirties or early forties. Still, she had a varied sexual appetite. Usually, she'd accept his offer without batting an eye and put the pseudo twins through their paces.
"That's really generous of you, Sir Walter, but my schedule is booked for tonight. Maybe some other time? You did a fantastic job of their training."
"I understand, Mistress Sheila." His eyes flashed with irritation for a brief moment. He wasn't the type to take no for an answer but he handled her rejection with grace. Her compliment mellowed his sour mood. "I'll have my PA contact you so we can arrange a private session in my dungeon."
"I'll see what my appointments are for the next month." She gave him a dazzling smile and wished for him to enjoy the party.
I looked at her with a mild frown when we walked away.
"What was that all about?"
"What do you mean?" Oh, that damned innocent face. Each time she put on her sweet, unassuming expression my stomach tied in an even tighter knot.
"You love playing with 'twins'. Any other evening you'd take his offer. What exactly are you up to tonight? Don't tell me you haven't planned something. You've never been the impulsive type." The nagging worry was eating me on the inside.
"I just feel like something different on my menu tonight, Thomas." She chuckled and slapped my arm. "Relax. Let the night happen."
How was I supposed to relax when I knew she was about to pull some of her Allie tricks on me? Her hints were way too vague and I had no clue what she would come up with.
The main stage act would start any minute. It would be breathtaking enough to make me forget my anxieties. Meanwhile, I distracted myself by looking at the crowd.
I was paying more attention to the women who still had their clothes on. It was possibly a sign I was debauched to the point I accepted the filth happening around me as the norm and everything else was out of place. The ladies in elegant dresses, usually with creamy masks and nervous expressions, stood out in the crowd of fetish outwear, leather, latex, and vinyl. It was tempting to approach some of those lost angels and offer them a tour and a chance to get their wings dirty.
A bright flame of red hair caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat, just like each time I saw a woman with her hair color. I saw Lina in every ginger-haired female who came my way.
She had her back to me and was far away so I couldn't see her well. I could see that she was tall and well-endowed. Her red hair was gathered in a bun and revealed a graceful neck. It was hard to keep my eyes away, for some inexplicable reason. Just a fragment of her was enough to draw me in.
My heart began to beat faster when I looked harder at the stranger and the familiar shape of her figure. She was wearing a gorgeous, backless dress, with a thigh-high slit revealing a long leg clad in a stocking.
I took a few careful steps towards the stranger with clenched fists, and tried not to hyperventilate. The closer I got, the more fa
miliar details I saw. The shapely curve of her ass, the elegance of her shoulders, the delicate neck I'd kissed and choked so many times, the graceful, regal posture...
No, that can't be. She can't be here... Many women look like this. She can't know about tonight. No way.
Blood rushed straight to my head when she turned around to face the stage. I was quick enough to hide behind another Dom who was getting his dick sucked. The moment she showed her face, even with a creamy mask on, was the point of no return. The sudden wave of heat hit me.
It was her.
Lina.
She is here. Tonight. She is really here.
I couldn't wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?
The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.
Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I'd been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.
She moved on... I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing.
It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn't have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.
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