He was positively dripping with lust by the time I was ready so I decided to throw him a bone.
“Oh no slave! There’s a horrible little mark on my dress!” I said, pointing to a random spot on my ass while I examined my reflection in the mirror, “Come here and lick it clean will you?”
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and, like the good little puppy he is, hurriedly scampered over to clean the ‘blemish’ with fervour until I told him to stop. For his own outfit I chose a simple pair of black jeans, no shirt so I could show off his lovely stripes, and switched out his home chains for a fancier set of silver cuffs that I locked behind his back, and a sleek black leather collar with my name adorning a tag which hung from the front. I told him that this would be his to keep even if he went home, a thank-you from me as well as a memento of our time together; he was beaming when I spun him round to inspect how it looked from the front and I couldn’t help but hook a finger through the ring and pull him to me so I could kiss that goofy smile.
Chapter Nine
We arrived at the club half an hour later to the sight of a long line stretching down the street and around the corner. Fortunately, Lea was close friends with the manager and always had my name on the list allowing me to stroll right on inside, with Ethan scampering behind at the end of his leash, as the crowd stared daggers at me.
A pulsating beat reverberated through the air as we entered, filling the dimly lit space of Club Desaad. The main room as was large hall presided over by a long stage where an ‘X’ shaped cross stood proudly at the centre with strong leather cuffs dangling from each limb and a cornucopia of whips, canes and other tools stood to the side ready to elicit any desired reaction from a bound sub. A large space in front of the stage served as the dance floor where bodies writhed and moved with a raw energy, a symphony of desires intertwining, all along the walls were individual alcoves occupied by large round tables where people enjoyed a few drinks and the spectacle around them as the subs and slaves waited attentively; if so desired however the tables could be pulled away to create space, as had been done in several that I could see, for bondage displays playing out in an almost artistic fashion.
I stood with Ethan by my side, trying my best to exude confidence as we drank in the scene and my eyes sparkled with mischief. The club was a sensory feast, adorned with an array of captivating scenes and vignettes as all around there were displays of power exchange, bondage, and pleasure; whimpers and moans mingled with laughter and conversation, creating an intoxicating ambiance. The men present were still submissive and docile, but not simply because they had to be but because it was who they were and similarly the club allowed for the women with submissive desires to embrace the freedom to express that need in a way that would have been looked down on beyond its walls.
I guided Ethan through the space to a secluded corner where Lea was leading a group engaged in an intricate rope scene focused on a young woman suspended from the ceiling and with more intricate ropework being wrapped and tightened around her body.
We watched, captivated by the beauty and intensity of the moment. I found Ethan’s hand and entwined my fingers with his, grounding us both in the present. The air was charged with an erotic energy, and between him and the community around us I felt a sense of real belonging.
Moving further in we encountered various rooms dedicated to different activities; some were more sensual than others. In one room, a group of people explored the depths of sensation through wax play, the scent of heated wax adding to the sensory landscape. In another a couple was engaged in gentle spanking session, the sound of impact mingling with moans of pleasure, while in the suite adjacent a Mistress was caning her slave raw as his cries were muffled by the thick leather hood encasing his head. I felt Ethan flinch as another blow came down against tender flesh- no doubt remembering his own similar experience not long ago.
Enamoured with the plethora of sights on offer we found it hard to pull ourselves away, but eventually found our way back to the main hall of the club. The cluster around Lea had dispersed and the table returned to its place but the writhing girl still remained, soft moans emanating every so often, and as I took my seat, Ethan on the floor beside me, I couldn’t help but admire her handiwork.
“Yours?” I asked
“Just a willing playmate. It’s her first visit so I wanted to give her the full experience.” Lea responded
“I can relate.” I twirled a finger through Ethan’s soft curls and he let out a soft moan as my touch both comforted and electrified him.
“That’s right, it’s the big day. Has this week been everything you hoped?”
“Honestly? I think it’s been more than I could have imagined… slave, fetch me a drink from the bar”
I registered a quick flash of protest in Ethan’s eyes as I gave the order, clearly this was a conversation he didn’t want to miss and as he slunk away, I mentally promised myself I’d tell him all of it… one day. For now, I needed a private ear.
“You have feelings for him, don’t you?” Lea interrogated
“I… do.” There was no use denying it, she knew me too well, “I think he feels the same way but it’s hard to be sure.”
“That’s not the most crucial question, Anna,” her voice took on the tone of a stern schoolteacher reprimanding a student. “It’s evident that he loves you, and if you were to ask him at this very moment, he would pledge his life to you. However, the real question, as it has been from the start, is whether he should. This is not a decision to be taken lightly, he might choose to stay because of his feelings for you but, as much as it may cause you both pain, love alone isn’t always sufficient.”
I paused, my brows furrowing as I contemplated the weight of the words spoken by my confidante. I took a deep breath to steady myself before offering a response.
“You’re right,” I replied with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. “But it’s the foundation upon which everything else is built. I understand the gravity of this decision, and I’ve thought long and hard about it. Ethan has shown me unwavering devotion and trust to come even this far, how can I do any less?”
I locked eyes with Lea, her gaze probing and challenging while my own remained firm, as Ethan returned to kneeling obediently beside me, offering the glass up to me with reverence. I bent down and took the protruding straw into my mouth to take a sip as we locked eyes and, in that moment, the doubts and defensiveness Lea had stirred within me started to dissipate. Even under normal circumstances a relationship of this kind I knew required more than just love, and the sacrifices that would be required from him made this far from normal, but if he was willing then I would be too.
We sat in silence for a while after that; I knew Lea was only doing what she thought was best but I still felt furious with her.
“Anna, darling, I have an idea,” she finally purred, her voice filled with intrigue. “Why don’t we take your slave up for a little demonstration?
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity was piqued by the suggestion, Lea always had a knack for pushing boundaries, but this seemed daring even for her and considering our conversation I wasn’t entirely certain I trusted her intentions.
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