Sub's Night Out

by K. L. Joy

  12814 University Club Drive #102

  Tampa, FL 33612

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2012 by K.L. Joy

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  Cover art by Dare Empire eMedia Productions

  My heartbeat at twice its normal pace, my face flushed and warm, though I was cool in the night air. I stood waiting, as instructed 'Something sexy, revealing, and definitely no panties,' I was told five days before meeting up with my Sir. This sent my head reeling with the possibilities. I always knew there was a wild streak in me, but what I was about to do tonight surpassed even my teenage exploits. I had spent the days dreaming of what I could do, would do, when instructed. Would I say no at any point, just to feel the sting of the lash? Would I use my safe word? No one had pushed my limit yet, but I had a feeling this Sir could make me.

  The time was 10:30; the night chill set my mind to warmer things: the sting of the lash as it landed on my back. I stood outside the house with the porch light illuminating my silhouette under my sheer skirt, the split at the front reaching to the top of my thighs. My boots were knee high and warm. Ample breasts, covered only by a bra and tie-front jacket, my midriff exposed, were saved from the biting cold by my woolen wrap. A car slowed. I recognized the driver as the suave gentleman that had been in my thoughts for the past five days.

  I watched him through hooded lids as he got out of his car: his stance and his gait, all familiar, yet to be explored more deeply. Reaching me, his scent engulfed me. He brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, saying, "You should be honored tonight, as I will teach you a new level of submission."

  The confidence that he exuded made my cheeks flush, and I turned away. In a soft voice, so uncharacteristic of me, I asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

  "Of course, my dear, I would be delighted to prolong your pleasure." His smile reached his eyes, crinkling them and giving him an air of wickedness. Damn. I was hoping he would refuse and go straight to the club. Having made the offer, I opened the door and a blast of warm air hit me. My cheeks felt bright and hot. As soon as we walked into the light, he would see the effect he was having on me and the game would begin in earnest.

  Drinks were poured, and we sat in the lounge, partly because of its warmth and partly because of its low lighting. I took a chair opposite the couch, needing some space to collect myself. He sat on the table in front of me, ignoring my lead and invading my space, his aroma, sending shivers down my spine, invading me. He turned and placed the drink I handed him on the coffee table.

  "I hope you have obeyed my instructions. It's time to find out." He rested his hands on the inside of my thighs, about half way up, and pushed my legs apart. The split allowed him full access to the area he wished to explore. No barriers. I knew at this point that I would give over control. I did not resist when he pushed my legs and splayed them for his inspection. My hands dropped to my sides, and I leaned back in the chair. A finger trailed up the inside of my right thigh, nail gently pressing against the tender flesh, enough to sting, but not enough to leave a welt. As it reached my pussy, my back arched and my pelvis pushed forward, opening the wetness to his probing. He spread my aching lips and pinched my clit roughly between two fingers sending a jolt through me. Okay, he's not much for warm up, I thought as my breath filled my lungs. Before I could recover, two thick fingers were plunged inside me and a groan escaped from my belly as I doubled over. The intensity made me contract enough to push the fingers straight out again.

  "Very good. You know how to take instruction." My eyes opened to find him looking at me with approval. "Do you have toys?" The twinkle in his eye told me I had better come up with something.

  "I do. Would you like something in particular?"

  "I think you should go and get something that can be inserted into your wet pussy, but make sure you can keep it in there. You will be leaving the house with it in and wearing it for a while." As I stood, his hand landed across my ass, shooting pleasure through my cheeks and into my hole.

  I moved quickly into the bedroom and, opening the bottom drawer of the bedside table, the toys shifted and a flash of silver caught my eye. The Ben-Wah balls, of course! No, if I were made to squat, it would be near impossible to keep them in. Rummaging through the drawer, I couldn't see any other options—my toys needed new friends. The balls it would have to be! I lifted them out of their case and placed one leg up on the bed, inserting them into my pussy one at a time. The string, I gently placed to the back of my opening to be out of sight if I were exposed. My turn to get one over on him; he would have to wait until later to see what I chose. Just as I was closing the drawer, I saw a butt plug that I had bought for a sub I'd been playing with, but as he was such a tight-ass, I never had a chance to use it. That might give him a clear message. Should I take it? Slipping it out of the drawer, without a second thought, I walked through the kitchen and dropped it into my bag. Another ace up my sleeve.

  Two large silver balls now sat firmly against my innermost lips, one next to the other, pressing gently against the walls of my cave as I walked. He was still on the table, and I moved past him as and dropped into the chair, crossing my legs in front of him. A resounding thud came from within me and he looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

  "I don't suppose you wish to share what that sound was?"

  "No." The smile escaped from my lips.

  "We'll just have to see, then." He placed his hands on my knees but this time I resisted; I was ready for the pressure. A frown crossed his face. I knew that I had displeased him.

  "You will open your legs to me—now!"

  "No," was my meek reply.

  "You know what the consequences are, don't you?"

  "Yes, I think so." The words were just a breath.

  "Well, I think it's time to go, then. You are ready?"

  "Yes." My voice, a little stronger this time, was still not showing confidence.

  With that, he stood up and walked out the door, leaving me to scamper behind him.

  The drive was quiet, no chitchat, I knew punishment for my indiscretion at the house would come later. We walked into the club, Sir leading. I followed with my head and eyes lowered respectfully. The owner was standing by the door. His gaze settled on me, and he knew immediately how to play the situation.

  "Good evening, Sir. Pleasure to see you both back again." The two men shook hands warmly while exchanging niceties. All the while, I stood with my hands clasped and head lowered.

  "You may speak," were the only words my Sir said to me.

  "Good evening, Sir; it is my pleasure to be back," I said to the owner.

  Placing his finger under my chin, he lifted my head to make eye contact with me. "You are most welcome. Please go up and enjoy your night." The accompanying wink told me that he knew exactly what was happening tonight.

  We walked up the stairs, and at the top, Sir pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was more like a choker necklace than a collar, though; I had never seen anything like it. Chrome plated leather, with a large ring attached to the V at the front. He pulled out a key and removed the padlock off the hooks at the back. He motioned me to turn around, and his arms came down around my head and shoulders. He opened it and placed it firmly around my neck. The lock clicked. Sir's arms m
oved away from me, and he reached into his pocket to retrieve something else. The weight of the padlock was pulling the collar backwards and placing enough pressure on my throat to make my breathing shallow. The chain lead was a welcome sight. Sir hooked it onto the ring at the front. A sort of balance was struck: tight, I breathed comfortably; loose, and I did not. The handle slipped over his hand onto his wrist and, grabbing the chain, he yanked me into submission.

  As I was led by my collar to the back room, my head down and eyes lowered, all I could see were the rows of tea light candles lining the hallway floor. My heart pounding, we passed many doors. A snap, the sharp sound of flesh connecting with flesh, a moan of ecstasy, or was that pain? A crack of a whip brought my senses to a peak. My step faltered on its path slightly. A gentle tug on the collar and I was brought back into line. I knew that my earlier indiscretion was about to come back and haunt me. Which tool would he use to punish me?

  We entered the back room of the club, and my eyes lifted momentarily to take in the scene. A large bed stood before me with a stockade built into the bed head; a girl was trapped in it, kneeling, with her bare buttocks protruding. A rather butch woman in uniform stood off to one side with a long cane switch in her hand. As we passed, I thought I saw a large strap- on dildo protruding from the fly of her pants. This girl was in for a ride. The other corner had a lounge; two couples were sitting watching the girl on the bed and fondling each other. To the left of the couch was the dungeon playroom. The only way to enter was through the large barred gate left slightly ajar. The room was filled with equipment: a St. Andrew's cross, complete with rings and cuffs; a pommel horse; and a shelf of 'goodies' like ice and candles. A few chairs were scattered around the room for people to be able to view the proceedings. I knew I was going to be on show, and I was instantly excited!

  Having my eyes down cast did not allow me to see detail, though the small amount I was able to glean from my peripheral vision was enticing. Muffled screams and groans of pain, or was that ecstasy? The smell of... what was that smell? Sex, fear, maybe a hint of patchouli or vanilla, permeated my skin. Sir chose a chair—or rather, a throne—to sit in and ordered me to kneel before him. Dispensing with the clothing on the upper half of my body, he pulled another surprise out of his jacket pocket; I wondered how many more things he had in there?

  "Spread your legs when you kneel before me; I wish to have access to you at all times. Do not cross your legs in front of me, ever!" My mind had dropped into a trance-like state, not knowing or caring too much who watched on. He reached down, and a glimpse of wood caught my eye before I felt the pinch of his fingers on my clit again.

  "You are so wet; I don't know if this will hold. Will you tell me what you have inserted inside you now?" he asked. I guess this was my chance to redeem myself. In for a penny...

  "No, Sir; it is a surprise." One corner of my mouth upturned, and an eyebrow rose, almost daring him to use whatever he held.

  I felt the pressure increase as he pinched tighter; Sir's other hand reached down to clip the wooden peg to my clit. It took on the first try, and I drew backwards. The pain, so sharp, shocked my system. The chain attached to my collar was yanked forward. My head was now only inches from his feet.

  "Tell me what I wish to know." His voice was soft, but authoritarian. I just shook my head from side to side and said nothing. He tugged the chain upward, assuming full control over my body. My back straightened, head lowered, eyes now closed. The weight of the padlock on the back of my collar began to place pressure on my throat. I swallowed hard against it, and it lifted slightly, but not enough for relief. My left nipple ring was pulled out, extending the nipple impossibly, and a peg was clipped behind the ring on the fleshy areola, my ring sitting out straight, as if reaching for my Sir.

  Once the other peg was placed in the same manner on my right breast, I was asked again, "Tell me what you have inside you." This time my face was lifted to look upon his and my insubordination was clearly beginning to frustrate him. He required my full and utter submission; he was realizing that my spirit does not submit that easily.

  It seemed like an eternity had passed, the pain coursing through my body from the core, only just subsiding into a dull ache. In my position, I was not to move. My knees were aching, my feet beginning to go numb from the lack of circulation. Sir sat and watched the activities in the dungeon room, ignoring me. His were the only desires that mattered. People chatted to him, ignoring my presence. This was fine with me because all my energy was focused on controlling the pain.

  I did not even listen to the conversations, until I heard Sir say, "Of course you may take her, and she will obey you as she is to obey me. If she gives you any problems, feel free to discipline her." My head began to rise, and I remembered that I was not able to look upon the face of my Sir, or any, unless ordered to. I could not even remember hearing if it was a woman or a man to whom Sir had been talking. My chain lead was handed over to the other, and a gentle tug motioned me to stand. My feet had pins and needles that made it difficult to walk. I hoped we did not have to go far. I was led into the dungeon playroom only a few steps away. The long skirt and swagger told me that it was a Domme who lead me. This was my punishment. The pegs had only been the beginning.

  As we passed the cross, I noticed someone on it. Good, I won't be made to stand. I was led over to the pommel horse. The collar on my neck was evenly balanced, not tugging me along or placing pressure on my throat. It seemed as if I was walking of my own free will. A hand was placed gently on my breastbone to indicate for me to stop. No words were spoken. A man in a leather collar and chaps, cock gated in a 5-ring contraption, knelt before me and buckled leather cuffs on my ankles, the clips left to dangle.

  A gentle voice said, "Place your hands palm down, with arms extended in front of you." My arms rose immediately. Two more cuffs were buckled to my wrists. The leather was heavy; a pins and needles sensation shot up my legs from the pressure on my ankles.

  "Walk forward to the pommel horse." I moved slowly as if in a dream. The man who had buckled my ankles now leaned forward and clipped the cuffs to the rings at the base of the horse.

  "Bend forward and place your arms down the sides of the horse." Her instructions were followed to the letter. I couldn't see my Sir, but I felt sure his eyes were on me at all times. My chin rested on the horse, my long body laying the length of the top. My exposed breasts pressed against the cold vinyl, adding pressure to the pegs. The Mistress clipped the cuffs to rings on the side. I caught a glimpse of her dark hair with a purple streak in the fringe. Her head was bent; I couldn't see her face. She finished attaching me and walked around behind me. My bare back was as yet untouched, and my ass had only had a light spank from Sir before arriving.

  "I have been told that you were disobedient to your Sir. You refuse to tell him what you have inserted inside you. This is against his rules." Her sultry voice went on. "It has been decided that I am to punish you fully till you tell me what it is. Do you understand?"

  I nodded to show my understanding.

  "Do you have anything you wish to tell me?" Again an out, but I was too intrigued to see what would happen next. "When you are asked a direct question you must answer. If you do not, you will be whipped. Again I ask you, do you have anything you wish to tell me?"

  "No, M'lady," I responded quietly.

  "Well then, you will be punished until you comply with your Sir's demand."

  From my position on the pommel horse, I began to wonder if I should have said something about the silver balls earlier. The Domme was walking around me. My wrists and ankles were fastened securely. The peg on my clit began to throb. The Domme raised my skirt to expose my behind and rubbed my ass cheeks firmly, squeezing and patting them, each pat getting a little harder until the first smack came down on my right cheek. My breath was held tight in my chest and came rushing out from between gritted teeth with the second smack.

  "Do you know the safe word?" her sensual voice whispered in my ear.
/>   "Yes, M'lady," I replied.

  "I suppose I will begin with that cheeky ass of yours, then. You have been a very naughty girl and deserve to be spanked for your insolence." Her hand came down six times on each cheek, each one harder than the one before. My insides were quivering; my engorged clit held tight with the peg, I was melting from the inside out.

  "She is gaining too much pleasure from this, Lady. You might need to use one of your tools."

  "I think you're right, Sir. Which do you prefer the markings of?"

  "Her cheeks are so deliciously fleshy that the crop leaves a nice impression on them."

  I knew that he had been watching the whole time. I shifted my hips just enough to take the pressure off my sex. Immediately a hand came down on my ass and pushed it back into place,

  "Did I tell you to move?"

  "No, M'lady, it's just—"

  "A simple yes or no will do!" She brought the crop across my cheeks. My head raised and my back arched, pushing my hips further onto the horse, the intensity through my clit was peaking. I did not know if I could hold off much longer.

  "It is time we went back to the basics of discipline. Do you know how to count?" Her question seemed odd to me.

  "Yes, M'lady."

  "Then begin counting the strokes and remember to thank me."

  "Yes, M'lady."

  The first stroke of the crop came down on my ass, and her hand went immediately to soothe the area.

  "One, thank you."

  "How should you address me?"

  "M'lady?"

  "You must always address me in an appropriate manner, do you understand?"

  "Yes, M'lady, Thank you, M'lady."

  "We shall begin again, and if you do not do each one correctly, I will start from the beginning until you get it right, understand?"

  "Yes, M'lady."

  The crop came again and this time I responded softly, "One, thank you, M'lady"

  "Much better, but a little louder so we can all hear you."

  This made me wonder how many people were there? When we began there were only about five or six people milling around. I tried to look up but the next stroke came. "Two, thank you, M'lady."