by Diane Leyne
Andie looked at Lindy, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Lindy smiled kindly at her and Andie was relieved when Lindy took a final sip of her drink and announced, “Time to shop.”
Chapter Six
Andie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She could not believe that she had let Lindy talk her into buying this damned corset. It was actually one of the more conservative things in the shop that they’d visited. But it still showed off far more of her body than she was comfortable with. It reached down to her pubic bone, exposing her ass and crotch. Lindy had told her it was okay to wear panties, but only a thong, so her whole ass would be hanging out.
And then there was the built-in bra, if she could call it that. It was more like a shelf that pushed out her breasts. This one did have little cups that covered her nipples, unlike the majority of the garments, but she knew that if she took a deep breath, she’d pop out of it.
The phone rang. It was Lindy with a pep talk.
“Are you wearing the corset? And the thong?”
Lindy paused, waiting for an answer, but Andie just stood there mutely holding the phone.
Lindy laughed. “Andie, are you there?”
“Uh, yes, but…”
“And you are wearing the corset and the thong?”
“Yes, but…”
“Good. And the red high heels? Are you wearing them, too?”
“Yes, but…”
“No more but,” instructed Lindy. “Throw on a coat and get downstairs. I’ve already called you a cab. When you get to the club, go in the staff entrance and sit in the staff lounge and wait for Duncan. I’ll be there as well, if you need a friend, but you have to get moving, now. Now get downstairs. The cab will be in front of your building in about two minutes and you don’t want to be late tonight. Doms hate it if their sub is late.”
Andie wanted to interrupt again. She wasn’t Duncan’s sub, not really. She had this strange feeling in the pit of her stomach every time Lindy referred to her as “Duncan’s sub.” At first she thought it was fear, but could it be excitement? She needed to talk to Lindy some more, but Lindy was in full-on “librarian instructing disobedient child” mode and Andie couldn’t get in a word edgewise and Lindy continued on.
“I’ll see you later at the club, but remember, we can’t actually speak in public when we are there. I’m a sub, and you are a sub tonight. You must obey Duncan’s every command. If you don’t like something, you can chew him out tomorrow, but don’t embarrass him or the club tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, Lindy, but…”
“And if you are at all worried about the thong, look at me and remember that under my miniskirt, I am buck ass naked. Now go!”
Andie went. She grabbed her coat and bag and rushed to the elevator. She did up every button on the coat and tied the belt tight, but she still felt so exposed, like someone would look at her and know she was half-naked and going to a BDSM club to meet a really hot guy and pretend she was his for the night.
Damn it. Lindy was right. She could admit it to herself. She was attracted to Duncan, and she was pretty sure he was attracted to her, or he had been before she had gotten scared and retreated to her chilly professional disposition. But he had followed up on his offer to show her around the club. He’d even done it in such a way that it would be hard for her to say no. She should be upset that he’d boxed her in like that, but maybe it was for the best. She might never have had the courage to do this otherwise.
And if she was completely honest with herself, she didn’t want to just pretend. She wanted to experience it. She wanted to feel what it would be like to be a sub. No. That wasn’t right. She wanted to feel what it was like to be Duncan’s sub. She squared her shoulders and got out of the cab. She was not going to chicken out. Even if it was just for one night, she was going to go wild and damn the consequences. So what if her husband thought she wasn’t sexy. She felt sexy dressed in her corset and she felt sexy when Duncan looked at her in that way he had before she froze him out. Tonight she was going to throw caution to the winds and let him take charge.
* * * *
She shut the locker door with her coat and purse and stepped out into the reception area.
Duncan was already there, with Jake and Lindy. But she only had eyes for him. She watched as his eyes lit up at the sight of her. Dressing up like this was worth it just for his smile of approval.
She walked slowly up to the waiting group. She realized that Duncan and Jake were dressed similarly, both wearing black leather pants with a number of implements she decided she didn’t want to look closely at hanging from their belts. But where Jake was wearing a sort of leather, strappy, Spartacus-like type of vest and matching bands on his arms, Duncan was wearing a simple black tank top. It fit him tightly, showing off his tight torso and impressive biceps. He wasn’t as massively built as Jake, but he was perfect for her.
Finally, she looked over to Lindy. Lindy was wearing the shortest black stretchy miniskirt ever. It barely covered her crotch, and, if Lindy hadn’t been lying, she was definitely risking exposure if that skirt started to ride up. On top, Lindy also wore a black tank, but this top was nothing like the one Duncan had on. It was so loose, with the neckline down almost to her nipples, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. In fact, if Lindy turned carelessly, one of her boobs could possibly pop out. Oh my. That was probably the point.
Duncan gestured her forward.
“Perfect. But I have just one thing to add before we head out onto the floor.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather collar with a letter D hanging from it. “Once I fasten this on you, you become my sub-in-training for as long as you wear it. No other Dom will bother or hit on you while you wear it, but if you break club rules, they will feel it is within their prerogative to punish you, if they see fit. So you must stay close to me. Don’t speak until spoken to, and that includes Lindy. She’s a sub, too, so you two can’t chat without both Doms’ permission. Keep your eyes lowered, and don’t take the initiative on anything. I’ll tell you where to stand, sit, and look.
“If you need a break or you just want to leave, tap your fingers on my palm three times. That’ll be my signal to get you out of there. Okay?
“And don’t forget, you have to call me Sir or Master. Can you do this?”
* * * *
Duncan stopped talking, concerned, as he realized just how much he was asking. It was her first time as a sub, and it was happening in public. He held his breath, waiting for her response.
“Yes, Sir.” He didn’t realize how much he wanted to share this with her until she agreed. And the fact that she’d called him sir. His cock was hard in his pants. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night, but it would be worth it if Andie left wanting more.
“Can I say one thing before we go out there?” she asked timidly. “Sir.”
“You may speak, sub.”
“You may have noticed already, but I have a tendency to babble when I’m nervous. I know it can be annoying enough at the best of times, but I think it may be a really bad thing here. I don’t want to embarrass either of us, but I don’t know if I can control it.”
She looked upset, almost on the verge of tears.
“Look at me. Sub, look at me,” he demanded, waiting for her to look up into his eyes. “You can and you will do this. I will look after you. I am your Dom. If you ever have a problem, you come to me and I’ll take care of it.
“See this?” He indicated one of the items hanging from his belt. “I know you better than you realize. I’m prepared. This is a ball gag. If you think you are going to lose control and start babbling, you don’t wait for it to happen. You squeeze my hand and I’ll use the ball gag on you. Everyone will think I’m a bad ass Dom, and you won’t be able to babble. Does that work for you?”
“Maybe we should start off like that. You know, an ounce of prevention?”
“Did I ask you if you wanted to wear it now?”
“No.”
“No, Sir.”
“Fine. I have faith in you. I know you will try your best to control your nerves, but if you can’t, trust that I’ll look after you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and Duncan found himself smiling back in a very un-Dom-like way.
Chapter Seven
Andie realized that she really did believe Duncan and she trusted him. He wasn’t just saying that to get into her pants. Although she did hope he did want into her pants. But she felt safe with Duncan, even though it was quite likely that after he paraded her half-naked in front of his friends, he’d have to shove a gag in her mouth.
Andie looked around. She was having a hard time taking it all in. She was used to seeing the place empty with just a few staff milling around cleaning up or getting ready for opening. This was the first time she saw it with people, and it was packed. The people ran the gamut, young and old, tall, short, thin, fat, fully dressed and pretty much naked.
She saw the hungry eyes of the women in the uncollared subs area. They were all dressed as fetchingly as possible, hoping to catch the eye of a Dom who’d want to play with them for the night or maybe for much longer than that.
Most of the combinations she saw were male Dom and female sub, but there were many variations. Most of the subs were dressed similarly to the way she was, ass and breasts on display. Actually, Andie found herself going from feeling underdressed to feeling overdressed. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if her boobs popped out. She’d match about 90 percent of the women there.
Over on the couches where she’d sat the day before, there were several couples. One of the women sat on her Dom’s knee while his hand was busy between her legs. Another of the women was on her knees, sucking off her Dom while another man had had his cock out and appeared to be waiting his turn. She felt a shiver go through her at the thought of sex with more than one man. Did it make her slutty that the thought of being so desirable that men wanted to share her made her hot? She watched for a while until Duncan led her further into the club.
Duncan held her tight to him, so they didn’t get separated in the crowd. On the main stage, the lights were dim. She could see that there was a threesome, two men and a woman, getting ready. The woman naked and on her knees waiting while the men prepared the scene. They were adjusting the spanking bench and picking out just the right implements to use on their naughty sub. Once they were ready, they signaled some unseen person who brought up the lights.
Andie gasped and then quickly tried to hide it. The woman was Mac’s lawyer, the one she had met a few days ago. And the men were Mac Whelan and Sean O’Malley.
* * * *
Duncan heard her gasp of surprise and pulled her back tight to him, her naked backside pressed against this leather pants. He knew she’d be able to feel his hard-on against her naked flesh and hoped that would distract her. He didn’t want to gag her, but he would if he thought she was going to make a scene.
He lowered his head to her ear. “Are you going to be okay?”
She nodded. “I was just surprised. Sorry, Sir.”
His arm tightened around her, holding her in place. She’d liked watching the other threesome. Maybe that was one of her kinks. He hoped so. He could feel her heart beating faster and felt her breathing rate increase. He looked down. He could see down her neckline to her amazing tits that were very nicely displayed. He could swear he saw a hint of areola on the left side. A couple of good deep breaths and her nipples would be fully on display. He hugged her tighter and pressed her back against his cock and settled in to wait.
He felt her jump with the first time Mac brought the riding crop down on Michelle’s ass. She seemed concerned but quickly relaxed when she realized that the sounds Michelle was making were of sexual pleasure, not pain.
But since these were her bosses and she’d probably feel uncomfortable when Mac pulled out his cock and nailed Michelle, he felt that they should move on and see what other scenes were taking place. There were always several going on. They stopped for a few minutes to watch the woman strapped to the medical exam table, her legs spread wide in stirrups while the “doctor” examined her. That didn’t seem to do anything for Andie. They lingered longer at another threesome.
Duncan kept an arm around Andie and from her physical reaction, he could tell that Andie found this exciting as the woman writhed in pleasure with one cock in her mouth and another pounding into her from behind. One of Andie’s breasts even popped all the way out. She went to tuck herself in, but he held her arms.
“You even attempt to adjust your tits and I’ll restrain your arms behind you. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes were big with shock, but there was desire, too. Duncan was amused but tried not to show it. He could see and feel her reaction to his raw language. The words aroused her even though she was trying very hard to hide it. He could tell by her sudden intake of breath and the tightening of her now exposed nipple. He hoped that a little more deep breathing would cause the other one to pop out as well. He’d have to whisper some more dirty words in her ear, but not just yet. He didn't want to push too hard too fast. For now, though, he simply held her tight, partly to keep his own hands occupied. He wanted to squeeze and suck that breast, but she was his pretend sub. For now.
The threesome was almost done by the time they arrived, so they moved on quickly. The next couple they saw was a twosome. The woman was strapped down to a table with her legs spread wide. The man lay between them, his mouth and fingers working her hard. She came multiple times, and Duncan would have liked to linger, but Andie seemed restless.
They got to the final public scene. It was a man and a woman, and he was clearly planning on fucking her ass. Duncan maneuvered Andie until they were standing close. He pressed his cock against her rear end suggestively.
“Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?” he whispered, his lips lightly caressing the spot behind her ear.
He couldn’t see her blush in the dim light, but he could feel the heat as it swept over her. She shook her head. He should have insisted on a verbal answer, but a good Dom knew when not to push. He felt the tenseness in her body, but it wasn’t like with the oral sex scene. She was turned on by what she was seeing and trying not to show it. He decided a little narration was in order.
“There’s something about taking a woman’s ass that appeals to the primitive side of a man. It’s considered taboo by many, but it’s the ultimate surrender to a man’s domination. Look at her, kneeling on the bed for her master, her ass high, her legs spread wide, and her head down, cradled in her arms. She’s helpless right now. If he didn’t feel she was submissive enough, he might bind her arms, but that can put a lot of pressure on the neck, so he’s leaving her arms free as long as she’s submissive enough.
“And see that object sticking out of her ass. Yes, that’s not a shadow. That’s a butt plug that he must have inserted early to help stretch her and prepare her for his cock. An ass, even more than a pussy, has to be very carefully prepared. The first time you fuck a virgin ass, you may have to take days getting it ready, carefully lubing and stretching it with a series of butt plugs. Even an experienced ass needs a little preparation as it has no natural lubrication.”
He felt a shudder roll through her body. She was extremely turned on by the scene and by his words. He smiled to himself.
“Before he inserted the butt plug, he probably lubed up his fingers and inserted them into her ass, first one and then two or even three, wiggling them inside her, stretching her, preparing her.” He let one of his hands trail down her bare ass as he spoke. He slipped a finger under the top of her thong and lightly slipped it down the crack of her ass, ready to retreat if she protested, but she pushed back against his hand. He didn’t press his luck, and after making one more light pass, he went back to caressing her ass cheek.
“See, he’s carefully removing the plug now, almost fucking it out of her. And she’s moaning, prot
esting its removal. Her ass feels empty. She needs to be filled again. She needs to come, but her Dom won’t let her until he’s inside her.
“And isn’t he a considerate Dom. See, he’s adding more lube. Even with the stretching, she’s going to feel a pinch of pain when the head of his cock forces its way past her tight ring of muscle. But once he’s inside her… well, watch and see.”
Duncan let the hand on her belly drift lower as he spoke, and now his fingers dipped underneath the band of her panties. One big finger slipped between her folds to lightly caress her clit and then dip deeper. Her panties were soaked.
* * * *
Andie felt Duncan’s hand slip lower as he lowered his lips to her neck. She knew she should protest, but she was so turned on by what she saw. Her breath quickened as the man on stage prepared to breach his sub’s ass. And she knew that now both her breasts had fully popped out of the cups and both of her nipples were on display, but she didn’t care. All she could think about were the feelings of desire centered between her legs as she watched the couple on stage prepare to have sex, and the only thing that would help was the feeling of Duncan’s hand moving skillfully between her legs.
When the man on stage positioned his cock and started pressing into the woman, Duncan mirrored his actions, pressing a finger into her pussy. She was dripping wet, and he entered her easily. She moaned and pushed back against him, loving the feeling of his cock against her. When the man carefully pulled back, so did Duncan. And when the man pressed back in, so did Duncan, but this time with fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing hard against her engorged clit. In and out his hand moved in time with the man on stage, and when the woman on stage began to come, Duncan curled his fingers, rubbing hard inside her, finding her G-spot. She convulsed in his arms as her climax swept through her in time with the couple on the stage.