I was tempted to take a little break in my office or the bathroom and help myself out, but I knew Master would know. There was no way I was going to risk any more punishment on top of the one I was getting for calling him gay when clearly he wasn’t. Thankfully I kept an extra pair of panties in my purse for just such occasions.
After changing them in the parking lot of the club, I went in to receive my punishment. He’d been waiting just as I suspected. As soon as my knees hit the cushion, he’d entered and the vibes coming off him nearly sucked the air from the room. Or maybe it was that I was so attuned to him and ready for my punishment.
Stripping off my bra, I waited for him to give me more instructions. I was left waiting for long, silent moments before finally he told me to stand. Once on my feet, his hand trailed over the pearl necklace I was still wearing. A hum of appreciation vibrated out of his chest.
“Do you know what these symbolize?” He asked. The heat from his body radiated to the front of my barely-clothed one.
“No, sir.” I shook my head.
“Then why do you wear them?” His finger hooked in them and tugged like he was going to yank on the strand —to break it.
“Because you gave them to me, sir. They remind me of you when I have them on,” I quickly answered. My hand itched to grab the necklace away from him so he couldn’t take them from me.
“Good answer. It is also a sign of ownership. Consider it your training collar. Do you understand?” He dropped the pearls, but let his fingers trail up the opposite side.
“I wear this when you are training me?” I replied and shrugged. I didn’t understand.
“No. When you wear this it is because you are mine. No one else is to touch you unless I give them permission. It is a training collar because I am training you in the ways of BDSM. I have a more formal collar that I want you to wear for tonight since I have something special planned, but when outside of the club this is your collar. Do you understand?” His foot steps retreated then returned. Something cold and slick touched my neck before he tugged all of my hair over one shoulder.
A solid, heavy weight wrapped around my neck as he fiddled with the backside. I lifted a hand to touch it. Leather and metal.
He stepped back and I dropped my hand. His hand glided down the column of my neck gently before wrapping around the side. Stepping close to me, he dropped kisses along my neck. “I love seeing my bite and kiss marks on you.”
“I like having them there, sir.” I bit my bottom lip as a rush of warmth hit my pussy. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced when he bit me. When I’d caught a glimpse of the marks in the mirror, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Having him kiss and caress them was only that much more erotic and sexy. If this is how he was going to treat them, I wanted to have them on me all the time.
Master stepped away from me and I felt an odd tugging sensation from around my neck.
"That, my pet, is a true collar and leash around your neck. This is what you will wear whenever we are around other members of the club." His hand stroked along my hair, then cheek, as he spoke.
All I could think was that he'd said around other members, which meant that we were going to be leaving the room together. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around my breasts, concealing them.
"No, Precious. You will not cover up. Show off that beautiful body that is all mine. Every man in the room will want you and every woman will wish they were you." His gentle fingers pried my hands off my arms, making them drop to my side.
I didn't say it, but I couldn’t stop the thought that other women would only want to be me because I was his. I knew my punishment was coming and didn't want to add to it by upsetting him.
"Stand. Follow where the leash leads you."
Following his instructions, I felt incredibly awkward and unsteady trying to walk without knowing where I was going. After tripping twice, the pressure on the leash disappeared, so I stopped, only to feel the heat of his body radiating against mine.
"If you stop trying to figure out where to place your next step and simply trust in where I'm leading you, you will stop tripping. Trust me to keep you safe." His hushed voice vibrated over me and I nodded once before his heat disappeared and the tugging started again.
Closing my eyes, I tried to do as he asked. Trusted that my feet would land upon solid ground with nothing in my way that would trip or harm me. Surprisingly, after a few steps, it got easier. I knew he had to be leading me down the hall that I normally entered through, or one like it, since the noise of my heels on the hard floor was quieted by thick, sound proof walls.
When we exited the hall, entering a big, open room, I could feel the difference. The temperature dropped a few degrees and the hum of voices got significantly louder.
My arms itched to cover my bare breasts, but I kept them down. I wished I had pants on to wipe off the sweat accumulating on my palms; instead I only had slightly damp thighs. Even as my mind spun in a million directions and I tried to absorb where I was and what was going on, I followed Master as he led me through the room.
"Sit on your knees," Master told me, and I dropped to my knees where I stood. I could hear him talking in hushed tones with someone before I heard the creaking of leather. "Scoot forward and move to my side."
Tentatively I reached out and found his knee with a hand. I moved based on where his knee was to sit next to him. My knees hurt and my thighs were uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to kneeling so long and after spending so much time in the private room before once again being on my knees sent shooting pain through my lower extremities. It wasn’t so much pain that I couldn’t continue sitting as I was, but if I was going to be in the same position for too long I knew I’d have a hard time walking right away.
"Precious, we are going to sit here and let everyone get a good look at my beautiful sub. Spread those gorgeous thighs. Let them get a glimpse of that sweet pussy." His voice had the thickest British accent I'd heard yet. The deep, stern tone had me biting back a moan as fire spread through my body.
Spreading my thighs, I straightened my back. I was determined not to let my nerves show. I'd never been so uncomfortable in my life, but I’d also never felt so safe. I knew Master wouldn't let anything happen to me. It was not being able to see who was there, who was looking, who was talking that made it so hard.
I lost track of time as I sat there listening to quiet voices carrying on conversations about a wide variety of topics, not just sex. In the background, there were occasional yelps and shouts that very well could have been pleasure or pain, but without having an image to go with them I couldn't say for sure. Master was talking to another male, but I'd grown bored with the topic before tuning into other conversations taking place. I made sure to keep my thighs spread and back straight even through the pain was slowly getting worse. Occasionally Master would stroke my hair or arm, but not once did he address me. A few people even stopped to comment on me sitting there, but he managed to usher them on quickly before returning to the man he was conversing with.
"Can you stand?" A hand wrapping around the back of my neck let me know he was talking to me.
"Yes, sir." I moved to stand, but found that as I had feared my legs and knees were very slow to cooperate and the pain grew worse as I finally got to my feet.
"Take a moment," Master told me, holding my elbow for balance.