He lovingly ran his hand down the side of my face. “Okay my sweet, you can have it.”
Devlin continued to talk to the store owner while Imogen fitted me with several pair of shoes to match the outfits I had selected. Next we picked out some bra and pantie sets and a large selection of thigh high stockings of various colors and designs.
I’ve never been one of those girls with a shoe fetish, but looking at all of the great heels that Devlin bought me, I can totally see how some girls are so obsessed with them. I can’t wait to wear them. I especially can’t wait to wear the black Christian Louboutin pumps with little black spikes coming out of them. I also got a pair of open toe Badgley Mischka heels. Overall I think I ended up getting about ten different pair of shoes. I don’t know where I am going to wear them to but one thing's for sure, I can’t wait to have an excuse to wear those scarlet red glitter platform pumps. Who knows, I may just walk around the house naked in them.
I got dressed as Devlin paid for my new clothes. After he reconnected my leash and walked me to the car while several of the store employees carried our bags, loading them up in the trunk of Devlin’s car.
On the way home he was quiet and I was lost in my own thoughts. It wasn’t until we pulled up outside the building of his penthouse, that I even realized we didn’t say a single word to each other the entire drive. He helped me out of the car and immediately turned to start walking the short distance to the front door. Before going in I grabbed his hand to get his attention.
“Is everything okay, Master?”
“Yes my sweet. I just have a lot on my mind.”
“I hope I haven’t done anything to displease you.”
“Not at all. It’s just problems at work, nothing for you to worry about.”
He led me into the building by my leash and made our way to the elevator. On the way up I began to think about work. I wondered if anyone from the office even realized I was missing by then or did they still think I was off visiting some sick family member, as Devlin had told them.
Once inside Devlin put the bags down. “Get out of those clothes while I go get the rest.
“Yes, Master.”
I went to the bedroom but instead of stripping I sat down on the edge of the bed. It felt nice to wear clothes again and I wanted to prolong the feeling. I browsed through some of my new things and wondered about what it would be like at this club Devlin was taking me to.
“What's this? Still dressed?”
“I’m sorry Master. I was just … “
He cut me off before I could blurt out some lame excuse as to why I still had my clothes on.
“I told you to strip. Apparently I have to get the punishment book out.”
“Yes Master. I’m sorry Master.”
I rushed to remove my clothes while cursing myself for being so foolish. He had been so generous today buying me all of those new clothes and shoes and we aren’t home even five minutes and I’m already upsetting him.
After I finished undressing, I sat on the bed not knowing what else to do. He came in, smiling this time.
“Much better.”
“We have a bit before we need to head out to get your hair and makeup done. Do you want to take a nap before then?”
I reached up, grabbing Devlin by his hand and pulling him closer to me, positioning his body between my legs.
“I would. Will you join me?”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer before pulling his body on top of mine and kissing him.
He rolled over, laying his head on the pillow and positioning my head on his chest. I loved lying with him like that. He started running his fingers through my hair and I was out like a light. It’s funny how something as simple as shopping can take so much out of you.
Devlin woke me up about an hour later. And by woke me up of course I mean, he stuck his mouth on my breasts and began biting on my nipples.
On the way to get my hair and makeup done I finally had to ask more about tonight.
“What club are we going to Master?”
He grinned. “It’s not a club, it’s the club. It’s a private, member’s only club. It’s been around in some form or another for hundreds of years. There are locations all around the world, Houston, Dallas, Paris, London, Berlin, New York, San Francisco, Barcelona, Bora Bora, Zurich, and even Budapest.”
“So it’s like a country club with lots of international locations?”
“Not exactly. Not just anyone can be a member. In Houston we have one hundred and forty three male members, seventeen females. It’s not easy to gain membership.”
“Each of the members pay annual dues and those funds cover the facility costs as well as a few events that we hold each year. The building is open all year but most members only show up for special parties.”
“Can you go to any of the clubs, like say you are visiting Bora Bora, or do you have to be a member for each city?”
“Membership is universal. If you are a member of the Houston branch, your benefits include all the services and privileges for all cities and countries around the world.”
On the surface this club sounded like some sort of fancy business club for the rich and powerful but knowing Devlin in the way that I do now, I suspect it’s much more than that. It was far more likely that it was all just a cover for a private sex club with girls held in cages and strippers hanging from the ceiling.
Chapter 10
Before getting out of bed I realized that I desperately needed to use the restroom and asked permission.
“No, you may not.”
“But Master I really have to pee,” I pleaded.
“You will just have to hold it. You need to learn that I’m in complete control of you and your body. I will tell you when you may go.”
I felt the pressure of my full bladder and hoped I could hold on until he gave me permission.
“For now we are going to sort out what you are wearing tonight.”
He pulled out the black backless dress with the extremely low cut front and placed it on the bed. He looked through the new shoes that we purchased and picked out the pair he wanted me to wear with the dress. I really wanted to wear the black pumps with little black spikes coming out of them but he decided he would rather me wear the plain black platform pumps instead.
“Try it on. I want to make sure this is perfect for tonight.”
Trying to ignore the overwhelming need to use the bathroom, I slipped dress on.
“Slip the shoes on too,” he commanded.
I bent down to put on my shoes, placing more strain on my bladder.
“You look fantastic. Come and have a good look at yourself.”
There was a big floor to ceiling mirror set into one of the walls in the entrance hall. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled after him.
“Stand up,” he said and I scrambled off the floor, the urge to pee becoming almost overwhelming. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked good. The low cut of the dress was extremely sexy. It was skimpier than I would normally have worn but I liked how I looked in it.
The pressure on my bladder caused me to cross my legs and I felt the sharp sting of the crop.
“Uncross your legs.”
“I’m sorry Master, I just really have to go potty. May I please go to the restroom?”
“No and don’t ask me again. I will tell you when you may go.”
I uncrossed my legs but the urge was becoming unbearable.
“Go and take your outfit off.”
I crawled back into the bedroom and removed my clothes, setting them neatly on the bed. He came back into the bedroom and I kneeled in front of him. By now I could think of nothing but the urge to relieve my bladder. I put my hands between my legs in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He saw this and gave me a hard stroke of the crop across my thigh.
“Stop that,” he said, clearly getting angry with me. But I couldn’t help it, the urge was unbearable.
“Come
into the bathroom.”
I crawled after him. He turned around and ordered me to stand up. When I did the pain of the pressure on my bladder caused my eyes to tear up.
With a wicked grin on his face, he turned on the tap. I couldn’t stand it. The sound of the running water and the pressure on my bladder was pure torture. The next thing I knew I felt a hot stream of urine dribbling down my leg. I tried to stop it but I was too far gone by now. The stream became a flow and before I could help it I was peeing on the marble floor of the bathroom. My face turned bright red as I nearly died from embarrassment.
He looked at me, as if he was amused and said “Well it looks like you were not able to pass that test. Don’t worry, it takes time to learn complete control and I hope I have taught you that the toilet is a privilege, not a right.”
“Yes Master,” I whispered totally mortified.
“I’ll go and get a mop and bucket and you will clean up in here and then have a shower after.”
“Yes Master.”
He returned shortly and the bucket was full of hot soapy water and smelled of disinfectant. I began to clean up my mess, trying my best to hold back the tears. I was mortified and humiliated.
“This incident will not be recorded in the punishment book since it wasn’t a willful act of defiance.”
“Thank you Master.”
Grateful for that at least, I took the mop and finished cleaning the floor. When it was completely cleaned up I put the mop in the bucket and stood them in a corner.
“May I take my shower now?”
“Yes you may.”
“Thank you Master.”
I stepped into the shower and scrubbed my skin as if to scrub my shame away. I couldn't believe that I peed on myself in front of Devlin. It was easy to wash my body clean, but a lot harder to wash away the embarrassment. Knowing I would have to face him sooner or later, I reluctantly turned off the water and got out of the shower. I wrapped myself in the soft fluffy towel he set out for me and dried myself off.
I went back into the bedroom and I heard him call to me. I crawled into the kitchen and he told me to sit at the table. I could not look him in the face. I accepted the cup of coffee he held out to me and began to sip it.
“Look at me,” he said and I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet his.
“What happened was an exercise in control. You did quite well and I’m pleased with you. So let’s put this behind us and get on with our evening.”
“Yes, Master.”
He grabbed a plate off of the counter and put it in front of me, urging me to eat the dinner he had made for me.
“Are you looking forward to going out tonight?”
“I am Master, but I’m also a bit nervous.”
“No need to be nervous, it’s just a small gathering. Several Masters and their slaves. It is nothing formal, you aren’t to be presented tonight.”
I wondered what he meant but held my tongue. I figured I would find out soon enough. Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit excited about going out tonight. Who knew, there might be a means of escape although I did not hold out too much hope, especially if this place had several other men like Devlin with their own slaves.
After dinner we cleaned up and headed out. He took me to a nearby beauty salon where they fixed my hair and did my makeup. I didn’t normally wear a lot but the way they applied it with big smoky eyes, I felt really sexy. They painted my fingernails and toenails a bright red that also perfectly matched my lipstick. I was so made up, I could hardly recognize myself.
“You look perfect,” he said while smiling at me.
“Thank you, Master.”
Devlin was wearing a black custom tailored three piece suit and for a moment I thought how handsome he looked. I quickly pushed such ideas out of my head reminding myself that no matter how good looking he was, this man was holding me against my will.
On the way to the club he told me there were a few rules he wanted to go over.
“Firstly you are to address the Masters and Mistresses as “Sir” or “Ma'am” at all times. How you act reflects on me, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Under no circumstances are you to get drunk. I will leave it to your discretion as to how much you drink but any drunken behavior will go in the punishment book.”
I was never really a big drinker, so I didn’t think that would be an issue.
“If anyone asks who you belong to you are to answer that you are the property of Master D.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I think that just about covers it all do you have any questions?”
“Will I be on the leash all night or will I be free to roam about the party?”
“If you’re a good girl, I may let you mingle with the others.”
“Thank you, Master.”
When we arrived I expected to see a bouncer with a clipboard standing at the club’s big double doors to let people in. But that wasn’t the case at all. We pulled up to a building that was reminisce of those old Atlanta plantations with big Grecian columns. We entered the front door by using a keycard, which brought us into a small room with a table towards the back. On top of the table was a large black box. Devlin opened the box and placed his hand in it and after a few beeps and the scan of his palm, a door to the left unlocked. It was all very cloak and dagger.
We walked through the doors and entered a low-lit room that had a 1980s lounge vibe. There were a handful of small tables, and a raised stage. Devlin said that sometimes they have live music.
We continued walking through and turned a corner, with another large locked door. Devlin used his keycard to gain entry.
When we stepped in, it was like we went through a portal in time. The entire place felt so 1920s Hollywood, very glamorous and elegant. The room was massive and had huge vaulted ceilings. The room was dripping with luxury. There were elaborate statues everywhere and several huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that is how little orphan Annie felt the first time she walked into Daddy Warbuck’s mansion.
Off in the distance I could see about a dozen people, dressed mostly in leather, rubber or black denim. Many were holding a leash with a slave attached to the other end by means of collars like mine.
We walked down a red carpet to enter the room that was lined with about ten people standing on each side, wearing black hooded monk cloaks. When we walked past them, they didn’t speak or even look up at us.
I wanted to ask Devlin who the people were but was too nervous. Instead I just continued walking behind him quietly, taking in my surroundings.
There was quite a mixture of people. There were women with male slaves, males with female slaves and the odd woman with a female slave. There did not appear to be any men with male slaves though and I asked Devlin about this.
“You will meet gay people at bigger gatherings, but the regular crowd is for the most part, straight.”
A tall older gentleman came over and warmly greeted Devlin.
“I see you have a new girl, very nice.”
“Yes she is,” said Devlin. “Although not fully trained yet, but she has great potential.”
“Would you care for a drink? There is champagne on the table over there,” the man asked Devlin. “Your slave might like one too.”
Very glad of the offer I said “Thank you Sir” as he led us over to the table.
“Good manners,” the man said to Devlin, in obvious approval.
We got our drinks and I sipped mine hoping it would make me less nervous. I remembered his admonition about getting drunk though and vowed to go easy on the drinks.
There was music playing in the background and the whole atmosphere appeared sophisticated and well behaved. I was beginning to wonder what I had been worried about.
However, with all the security, it looked like there would be little opportunity to escape. I began to relax and looked around the room.
Not all of the slaves were on leashes, some were just sitting on their Master's lap and others at their Master's feet. Curious, I asked Devlin about it.
“Well, they don't need to be. In fact all the slaves in this room don't need to be leashed. Some like it though when going out. It makes them feel secure.”
“You mean all the slaves are here of their own free will Master?”
“Yes, they love their Masters and love being owned by them.”
This came as a surprise to me. I hoped asking my next question wouldn’t anger him.
“Then why, Master did you take me by force?”
“I have wanted you for a long time and I had to have you.”
I was shocked by this revelation.
“You will grow to love me in time,” he told me earnestly.
I remained quiet, sipping my champagne trying to take in what he had told me. He loved me that I wasn’t expecting. He must have been planning this for months, or maybe even longer. This was no spur of the moment thing and I was in deeper than I had at first realized. However the wasn’t the place to contemplate this, so I put it out of my mind for the time being.
People drifted over to us and I was introduced to them as they came. The men for the most part looked me up and down and said “nice”, as if giving me their approval of my looks somehow mattered.
One or two asked when the initiation was going to be and Devlin told them, “A bit later on,” without revealing what this initiation was about. I wanted to know though. Clearly it’s important or so many people wouldn’t keep bringing it up.
“When we were on our own, I asked. “What initiation, Master?”
“Oh just a custom the club has. All the new slaves go through it, but it’s nothing for you to worry about for now. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
A beautiful blonde lady approached us with a sly grin on her face. She wasn’t tall on her own, but she wore extremely high platform boots that added to her height.
“Hello Miss Rey. It’s nice to see you again.”
“I think you mean Mistress Sophie.”
“Yes, of course Mistress Sophie,” Devlin replied with a tinge of belligerence in his voice.
She looked me up and down with keen interest.
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