The songs of the birds were back – not that I could hear them well – I was too uncomfortable. The pressure of the water inside me was causing me to cramp a bit. I tried to shift my weight so the pressure would move, but I was full, no help there. I felt the moisture running over my temples before I knew I was crying.
Time passed and the discomfort came and went. Then the vibrator went on and off in a quick spurt. I arched up in a scream as Kitten's lips locked on mine. She was kissing me deeply and kneading my breast. I relaxed a bit as she continued her ministration. Moving away from my mouth, Kitten trailed a row of light kisses down my throat, over my shoulder and connected herself to my breast. At first her lips and tongue teased and tantalized, slowly getting harder, sucking my nipple in. I could hear her slurp every now and then which only added to my excitement.
Her hand worked down to my mound with butterfly caresses. I started to have flashbacks to my time at the academy. Had it really been over a year since I had come to Master? I had cried hard when Mistress bid me "serve him well" the last day there.
Kittens mouth was still working hard on my nipple as she released the plug. The water poured out and into a pail below me. She was stroking my stomach and kneading it now and then. The relief I felt was euphoric.
She released my nipple with a resounding smack of her lips.
"Baby, I am going to rinse you off and leave you here. Master and I are going down to play with Stan in the dungeon for a bit. Master said to tell you that he would have liked to have had you with us, however, this is your punishment for not obeying." I wanted to beg to come with her, but I knew she had no say in the matter, she was just the messenger.
Warm water flowed over my chest and down my stomach to my heat. She sponged me off and patted me dry. She tweaked my nipples as she kissed me goodbye, whispering, "Master said he would take the chastity belt off when we got downstairs, Baby," and she was gone.
My body had gone limp, and I was torn between wanting to cry for missing out on whatever Master had planned to entertain Stan, and wanting to muse back over that sudden flash of the academy. Had my journey started just two short years ago? It seemed that that was another lifetime ago.
A friend had been teaching me about BDSM and leading me through the various stages of my development as a submissive. This was all part-time, with no real development on my part. Sometimes I felt very submissive, other times so Dommish I even scared myself.
My job was high pressure and I had to be in control all the time. It would take me hours to come into the right frame of mine to be submissive to him and he was a very strong Dom. He said I was a true submissive, that I needed that to be complete. Deep down I knew He was right, but there always seemed to be something else I needed to do, something that needed my direction; until…
It had been my birthday and I was at loose ends. My latest contract was fulfilled and I had decided to take some time off. I was meeting Zack for dinner with friends. He said he had the perfect evening planned for me.
Before I left my office I had put on my red dress, black thigh high hose and silver spiked heals, let my hair down and so that it hung just to mid rear. I stopped to say good-bye to the doorman and the security guard. They had their backs to me and when they turned around you could hear their chins hit the floor. One tried to make a funny about my outfit, which was totally different from the suits they were used to seeing me wear, saying "but do you give BJs?"
I leaned over and whispered just loud enough for them both to hear, "Yes, and I swallow too." I pivoted and did the walk out, the one with hips leading.
I felt sexy and beautiful, and I think I was radiating that feeling as I left the building. The porters were all standing around. I had called down earlier to have them bring my car around, so it was parked out front, but it was blocked in by other cars. Since it was still early they were out there with their backs to the door. I cleared my throat and asked, "Excuse me, could you move the cars?" All turned. For boys who usually moved about as slow as snails when it's time they were moving so fast, I was afraid there was going to be an accident. It was hard to conceal my laughter.
I was smiling really big when I got into my car to go meet Zack, Mistress and Don. The rule with Zack was; before I was to get into his car or he gets into mine, I was to show my pussy. So when he came up to my car I lifted my dress. His face showed that he was a little peeved because he likes a hairy pussy and I had shaved.
He got in and we followed Mistress and Don, her slave, to Phillips. As we dodged traffic, he moved my hem up to above my waist and caressed my heat. He told me I should just let go for this evening and I agreed completely.
I dropped Zack off in front of the restaurant as Don did Mistress and followed him to the garage. There was a guy taking money to put in the machine because it’s hard to reach. I handed him my five and pulled into a parking space. As I got out I noticed my dress was still up. Don had gotten out of his car and was waiting to walk me to the restaurant.
When I was younger, Phillips was a very fancy place, but this night I was overdressed. Don wore shorts, a collar, sandals and his fingernails were painted silver. Mistress had on a white short set, and Zack was sitting at the table outside, in the heat, wearing a polo shirt and jeans, waiting for a table.
Zack told me before that a subbie should make sure her Master is completely taken care of, and with this in mind I went inside and asked if there was anything they can do to move us along in the line. The hostess says we could go upstairs to the menued dining room, downstairs was the buffet.
I went back and told Zack, so the four of us got into the elevator, and as the door closes Zack turned to me and said, "Show Barbara what you did," and pointed to my hem. I pulled up my dress and showed my disgrace.
"Tsk tsk for shame baby," said Mistress as Zack rubbed his hand over my mound. The elevator stopped and Zack pulled my hem down just as the door opened.
As we stepped from the elevator into the open room, there weren't many people up here. Windows along one side overlooked the boats and water but only two tops were available because the one four top there had a leaky ceiling above it, so we couldn't sit there. Mistress and Zack mentioned they wanted to sit by the window. I excuse my-self and went to find the manager to ask if we could have a table moved by the window. He started to say it wasn't possible, but I give him a hurt smile and told him I'd move it so he wouldn't have to. He quickly saw to it that a table was moved for us.
The waiter arrived and I ordered an ice tea for Zack and a coke with a shot of Amaretto on the side for myself. When they arrive I made sure the tea was unsweetened and I added one sweet and low.
I was trying to take care of everything but this was my first night in total submission in public. We ordered dinner and chitchatted about this and that, and what my expectations are for the evening. I told them I don’t have any, that I just want to experience.
One of the phrases Zack loved was "What am I," and Mistress asked me. "I am a cock sucking, cum drinking, pussy eating submissive slut." She laughed especially hard because I said, "cum drinking" a bit too loud. I blushed bright red, and look around to see if anyone other then the four of us had heard me, but no one was close enough.
The food arrived and we began to eat. I wasn't really hungry but I had to eat something, since I hadn't eaten all day due to nerves. During dinner we talk made small talk. About 8:30 we left and stopped by a Seven-Eleven to get cigarettes for Mistress. She and I went in and there was a cop drooling at the counter as I saunter by him. We left there and went to the club. The club was back in the warehouse area, and at this time of night the only cars parked around were for the club.
We parked the cars and I got out, went around to the door and helped Zack out. Inside the door was a counter to sign in, which Mistress took care of. She gives me a quick tour and we stop in the smoking room for a cigarette. When she finished we went back to Zack and he told me to sit next to him.
I have known Zack for twenty years, two as a Dom, and I know he wouldn't let anything happen to me. He had his collar out, slipped it around my neck and buckled it then told me to strip.
I stood up and took off the dress in a room full of people, with no hesitation. He had me stand there while he put on the wrist cuffs, then had me raise my feet to his thigh, one at a time, to put on ankle cuffs. He attached a length of chain to the collar. He led me over to a rack that stuck out from the wall and had me raise my hands. He clipped cuffs to chain the hanging down.
He handed me the flogger and whip to hold up. He put a spacer bar Mistress had been holding, between my legs and attached it to the cuffs.
I was still wearing my thigh high hose and my heels, and I was a bit nervous, but I focused on him. He started with the rabbit fur, rubbing it up my legs and arms, over my stomach. It was very relaxing. Next, he had a paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle and he swatted me. It stung. He worked my keester and I moaned but didn't scream, and not one tear shed. He went to town on rear and thighs. Then he puts his index finger inside me, and started moving it up and down. He called me Baby, and told me to cum for him.
Mistress started tracing her nail along my side up to my nipple, then rolled it between her fingers. I almost came, I was so close.
I was very wet and Zack was pumping away. I looked into his eyes and I tried to, but it just wouldn't come, or I couldn't. He got out the flogger and used that on me; I liked that it's deerskin and hurts so good. He did that for a few more minutes and then took me down.