“Oh god, here we go.” Helen chipped in, rolling her eyes.
“I’m pleased to see that Melissa’s been discrete Martin, something which seems to have fallen by the wayside these days, thank you Melissa. But it’s not something to be hidden away. It’s what we’ve chosen to do and it’s not as uncommon as you’d think. Look around this room, I bet there are what, sixty people here. Now, they reckon one in ten people are into, or interested in, dominance and submission in one form or another, so that would mean six of these people were participants. Who would you think Martin? Might it be the young couple over there by the window? Or perhaps it’s the woman at the bar on her own? You can’t tell can you? That’s the point, it’s everyday people like Kate here, and why not. Why not get all the enjoyment you can from life?”
“You’re serious aren’t you?” Martin replied in amazement.
“Of course, Kate, tell Martin it’s true.” Kate felt more relaxed as Martin seemed to be so disbelieving of the situation it wouldn’t matter what she had to divulge.
“I have to do things, dirty things but I know that I’ll never be put in any real danger, because Richard loves me,” then she added, through threatening, gritted teeth, “so I trust him.”
“It doesn’t make her weak Martin,” Helen added, “far from it. Kate’s a very independent, strong woman who chooses to do this because she gets pleasure from it.”
Kate was once again pleased to hear Helen’s support in front of this stranger.
“Thank you Helen.” Kate smiled.
“I’m not totally innocent in these things, and I know people do it,” Martin said defensively, “I’m just doubting that people would be so open about it, that’s all.”
“Being open about it is part of the thrill Martin,” Richard said,. “It wouldn’t be humiliating for her if she only had to do things in front of me would it?”
Richard’s words sent a wave of alarm through Kate, she could tell that the drink had lowered his inhibitions, and that she’d have to pay. She hoped it wouldn’t be there in front of her friends.
“Who’s for another drink, then?” Richard asked. All were in favour.
“Are you all having the same as last time?” he asked, standing up. They all confirmed the order.
“I’ll help you carry them, Richard.”
“Oh thanks Martin, but there’s no need, Kate and I will manage. It’ll save you missing anything.”
“Kate, you look hot, why don’t you take your jacket off?” Kate realised that the question was an order. After a slight hesitation whilst looking into his eyes, she saw no hint of amusement at her discomfort which would have told her that he was joking-just teasing her. No, he was serious. With no other customers close by she hoped not to be seen.
She felt her body cover with goose bumps, not from outrage but from embarrassment. She knew the blouse was going to show the transparent bra and her dark nipples. She didn’t need reminding that she got off from ignoring the limits of normal behaviour and being made to shame herself. Slowly she unbuttoned the jacket, slipped it off and put it on the seat behind her. The blouse material was sheer enough to show her breasts and nipples but only upon close inspection. However, in the brightness of the bar area it could be a different matter. Helen, Melissa and Martin sat in silence, stunned, unable to believe that she would go to the bar dressed in that way.
“Let’s get those drinks then Kate.” She followed Richard to the bar.
“Richard you’re wicked, they don’t know what to do with themselves.”
“I know, but it doesn’t stop you getting wet does it?”
They had to wait to be served.
“Sit up on the stool while we wait.”
The short skirt made it impossible to cover her stocking tops and, trying to pull the skirt down to cover them proved to be unsuccessful.
Richard put his hand on her exposed thigh and moved along its length. Then it rested on her knee for a second before once again moving higher, this time beneath her skirt. He was sure he felt her legs part slightly. Her complicity pleased him. The fondling continued at the top of her stocking, just onto her bare flesh but no higher, he’d made his point and demonstrated her passive consent to the treatment she received. He withdrew his hand.
“Well done, I’m proud of you,” he told her, smiling.
Kate thought of her friends sitting there watching her treatment at the hands of her husband. What would they think of her? Would they be disgusted or fascinated? Before that night could they have imagined Kate–respectable, always in control Kate–to display herself like that in public.
Others in the bar could probably see the show; the respectable looking woman at the bar showing her stocking tops and a hint of her nipples. Kate found the thought arousing. She crossed her legs, making the skirt ride higher.
“Here’s the money for the drinks, I’ll wait for you at the table,” Richard told her before making his way back to the others, who were waiting, and watching.
“Beautiful isn’t she Martin?”
Martin just nodded without taking his eyes from the bar area.
“You’re being so cruel to her Richard.” Melissa scolded as he sat down. “She’s amazing, so confident; I’d have been cringing and so embarrassed.”
“So is she, but that doesn’t matter, she’s been told to do it and she will, those are the rules. There seems to be a few others interested in her little display as well,” Richard observed, as he glanced around the room.
Richard watched Helen as she absorbed the scene unfolding before her. He scrutinised her gaze, fixed on Kate as she waited at the bar and noticed the rapid breathing and the slight flush on her neck and face.
“You seem concerned for her Helen, don’t worry, she’s revelling in her shame.”
“I’m not worried.”
“Oh good, you seem ill at ease,” he smiled inwardly. “I’m sure you have more dignity than your disgraceful friend there, haven’t you?”
“I’m fine, and I don’t think she’s disgraceful.”
Once the drinks were ready and Kate had paid, she eased down from the stool giving her observers a brief glimpse of bare flesh above her stocking top. She then straightened her skirt, picked up the tray and made her way back to the table. She noticed the admiring looks she got from men glancing sideways, pretending not to look, and attempting to hold normal conversations with their partners. Her lewdness excited her.
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