He frowned as he watched them leave the club, too. What on earth was going on? he wondered, very anxious at this turn of events. He had come to the club feeling very good about life, and suddenly it was beginning to turn on its head. Worried what he was going to see, and concerned about Ellie now that several of her friends and family were unhappy with her, he ventured into the darkened room with much trepidation.
At first he could only hear noises. And they weren’t noises of people talking or drinking, but ones of people being whipped with the accompanying cries. Shit! Was Ellie one of them? No, that can’t be it. Why would she do something like that after our terrific night together? She must just be watching, he tried to convince himself, somewhat unsuccessfully.
Moving slowly around the various booths, set up so that different actions could take place in them while people stood around watching, half of him was looking at the voyeurs to try to identify Ellie or anyone else he knew, and the other half was taking in the scenes.
One woman was facing away, being whipped across her buttocks with an implement that sort of looked like a riding crop. Nick winced at the red welts on her backside. He breathed a sigh of relief, not acknowledging until that moment that he had been worried it was Ellie. But that woman had a wobbly butt that bulged around her thong. His Ellie’s was nice and firm. Besides which, this woman was too short.
The next booth had a semi nude man with his hands tied to a hook in the ceiling, his legs fixed to a bar that kept them spread-eagled, and an Asian woman was flailing his erect cock with a flogger. Nick immediately took a step back in sympathy, bumping into the man behind him. After apologizing, he studied the scene again, noticing that the instrument was made of soft material similar to the one he had seen in the shop. The little woman had to put all of her strength into wielding it to get a reaction out of the man who was clearly enjoying it by the cries her gave of “more.”
Passing by several more booths, there was no sign of the girl he was looking for. One that looked vaguely like Ellie was on her back with her legs over the shoulders a hunky, dark-haired young guy who eagerly sucked her pussy, her panties pulled down to her knees, but when Nick moved into a position where he could see the woman better, he noted with relief that it wasn’t the woman he was after. This was one much older and not nearly as pretty.
Then he heard a cry from a booth further up, “Oh God. Don’t stop now.” His body tensed. Now that was Ellie.
Nick’s heart started beating faster. Not only did he recognize her voice, but fears assaulted him at the words she had spoken and the tone of voice in which she had said them. Suddenly spurting into action, he quickly moved to the booth in question, pushing aside a couple of people who protested at his arrogance. He didn’t care. He had to see what Ellie was doing and when he did, his fears materialized. She was totally naked, in public. That was bad enough, but she was standing upright, her hands tied over her head to a diagonal structure he thought was called a St. Andrew’s Cross, with her legs spread and ankles fixed to the feet of the cross.
The third, and worst, offence though was the fact that a man he had never seen before was standing in front of her, his trousers around his ankles, hands tightly clenching her hips, and he was driving into her pussy like a piston.
Standing in shocked horror, Nick’s body tensed as he continued to watch, unable to force himself away. Actually there was a fourth and even more terrible offence. Ellie seemed to be enjoying every minute of the activity if her whimpers and moans were anything to go by.
As he watched and came to terms that he really was seeing this dreadful sight, Nick felt that steam was about to boil out of him. Here was another man ramming himself into his girl. Gearing himself up to move into action, he heard a voice behind him.
“Oh shit. Nick. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Arrested in his desire to smash the man into the wall, he turned his head abruptly to stare at the person who had thwarted him. It was Kat. “Stupid!” he answered in irate bewilderment. “I’m not the one doing fucking idiotic things.” He angrily gestured toward Ellie, nearly hitting the person who stood on his left.
Ben came up on his other side, grabbing hold of his upper arm as if to hold him back from wrenching the interloper off Ellie. Which, in all actuality, he had been about to do. He didn’t know what amazed him more, finding Ellie like this or his incensed reaction.
“Don’t worry, Seth, the club owner is coming to break this up. Ellie should know better—that she should do this in a private room. It is not allowed in the public area. But as for your reaction, think, man!” Ben stated in a low but urgent voice, making Nick turn his head from the awful sight in front of him to look back at the Dom who had tutored him. “Has Ellie at any time actually accepted you as her partner, let alone her Dom?”
“What? I don’t understand.” People had started to look at them in a mixture of surprise and annoyance, so Ben pulled him firmly and insistently to a quiet corner away from the booth and everyone standing around it. Kat followed them.
She was the one to answer his query, “Nick, darling. I know the scene in the club went well, and you had a good evening with Ellie and the sex toy.”
He looked at her, slightly embarrassed that she knew what had happened. But then, hadn’t he been ready to tell Ben all about it?
Kat continued, “But she told us afterward that, although it was fun, it wasn’t what she was after.”
“So what the hell is she after,” he yelled at her. Ben gripped his arm tighter but didn’t say anything. Nick knew he didn’t have to. Ben’s whole body said “stop bellowing at my girl.” He settled a little, slightly ashamed at himself, but at the same time, he still needed answers.
Simply waving an arm, Kat said, “Look around you, Nick. This is what Ellie wants. This lifestyle.”
Swallowing convulsively, Nick looked down at his feet, trying to come to terms with what she was saying. It was hard. His thoughts were a riotous mixture of the images of Ellie and the wonderful lovemaking they had had. The fabulous but fairly normal lovemaking, which was now overlaid with the terrible picture he had just seen.
Kat persisted slightly more softly, but more poignantly, than before. “Can you give this to her? Really?”
Nick couldn’t answer her. He wasn’t prepared to admit defeat, even to himself. At that moment, the crowds parted and Ellie stepped toward them, stopping several feet away. He looked up and could tell by the look on her face that she knew he had caused a bit of a fuss. Her expression was a mixture of disgust, exasperation, sadness, and defiance. The latter just before she swiftly took off in the other direction, her clothes, half undone, trailing after her.
Pulling forcefully away from Ben, Nick caught up with Ellie just outside the club. She had practically run out of the building in her desire to get away from him, and he had knocked into several people in order to catch up with her. Dammit, how does a woman run so fast wearing high heels? He yanked her to a stop and desperately queried, “Why?”
She tried pulling away, without success. He knew she wouldn’t have reckoned on an angry man in love who wasn’t prepared to let go, but she did subside. “Why what, Nick? Eh. What exactly are you asking?” she said in a derogatory tone intended to put him down, but continued before he had a chance to answer. “Why did I have sex with a strange man? Why did I strip naked in a public place and allow others to see what I did? Or why did I do that after what we did the other night? That’s what you really want to ask, isn’t it. Be truthful.” She did manage to pull away now as he was stunned by that comment.
“Okay. So what’s the answer?” His voice was a mixture of anger and hurt. He was ashamed that it almost came out as a whine.
“Well, it’s not that simple,” she cried.
Running his hand through his hair, he gestured in bewilderment. “What did I do wrong?”
Groaning in exasperation, she turned away slightly. “Oh you typical man. You didn’t do anything wrong. What we did was fun and enjoyable, but it i
s more you didn’t necessarily do anything right. At least not the right that I want.”
He grabbed hold of her shoulders to haul her back to look at him and shook her, practically yelling at her, “What is it that you really want? Do you even know?”
“I want to be a sex slave to someone. That’s what I want,” she shouted back.
That was the last thing he was expecting, and it utterly shocked him. He swore afterward that his jaw had dropped to the ground. He started to say, “you’ve got to be kidding,” but then held it back as it occurred to him that was exactly what she was after, that she had said it to deter him. Well, he was going to play her bluff. He straightened his back and prepared himself.
“All right, I’ll make a deal with you. Be my slave for one day. If it is still not what you want, I will let you go. No more asking you out.”
“No more puppy dog looks at me?” she retorted quickly.
He grimaced and nodded.
“No more sidling up to me and whispering what things could be like between us?”
“Yes.”
“No more getting my friends on your side to connive occasions to get us together?”
“Agreed.”
“No more…”
“Enough! I’ve said I will leave you alone. But that is only if after being my slave it isn’t what you want.” He dropped his grip on her and placed his hands on his hips, leaning toward her slightly giving her what he hoped was a dominant-type stance. “Of course, you might find I can be the man you’ve always wanted.”
The look she gave him of utter disbelief nearly undid him, but he steeled himself for her next comment.
“Come on, Nick. Surely you must acknowledge by now that you are not a Dominant, let alone a Master.”
“Try me!”
Chapter Ten
As Ellie stood, naked, in the middle of her lounge, her hands behind her back, one hand gripping the wrist of the other, legs apart, and her pussy being inspected by Nick, she ruminated. Had she really said she wanted to be Nick’s slave? Did she really want to be a sex slave? She admitted to herself that she didn’t particularly, that she had blurted it out to get rid of him, but now she had to go through with it. The question was what would happen afterward?
Her thoughts shattered as Nick rubbed his fingers over her clit, and she sucked in a gasp. Turning her head to look him in the eye, she wondered what he was going to do next.
He raised a brow. “Are you staring at me, slave?”
Nearly laughing at his attempt at a stern voice, she dropped her eyes and, biting her lip to avoid an inappropriate chuckle, responded, “No.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” As he walked away from her, she resisted the urge to move, or at least turn to see what he was doing. A moment later Nick returned, but she was startled when he wrapped something around her neck.
“Wha—” She raised her hands and felt a collar, which he was finishing buckling. She did look at him then inquiringly to ascertain his intentions.
“Ellie, Ellie. You are my slave, remember. And slaves wear collars don’t they?”
“Um, yes. Sure.” Her words didn’t match her movements, though, as she continued to tug on the collar. Both Rebecca and Kat wore necklaces which were their versions of a collar, and Ellie had envied them at the time. But now she was wearing one, it felt odd.
“And with a collar goes a leash,” he said, holding up the said item which she hadn’t seen before.
“You have to be kidding!” Ellie stepped away from him as she said this.
Tilting his head to the side but not following her, he responded, “Arguing with your Dom will only bring you a punishment. Is that what you are after, Ellie?”
“I–er–I–No. Sorry, Nick.”
He sighed. “Is that how you address your Master?”
This time she was stunned into silence. She was not calling him Master. No way. She’d only do that for the person who was her...her Dom. The person who collared her…Could that really be Nick? It was like an epiphany to her.
“Master.” She finally said it, albeit quietly, and realized that she meant it. Her whole body relaxed as she said it, and she dropped her hands letting him attach the leash. She sighed deeply as he did this. It felt right. She trembled almost violently.
“Are you all right, Ellie?” Nick asked, as he stepped back concerned.
“Oh yes, Master.”
He looked at her suspiciously for a moment before stating, “Chains look good on you. In fact I believe you have a predilection for chains.”
She gasped. “There is only one way you can know about that,” she declared, referring to the BDSM conference she had been to with Kat at which she had volunteered during one session to wear a set of chains and clamps. “You’ve been talking to Kat—the traitor.”
“Actually, it was Ben.”
“Ben, why would you…?”
“I might have asked him to give me some further pointers and in the process, he gave me some background information. Very useful info.”
“Oh.”
“Hm. Indeed oh. So, my lovely slave, I have some clamps to put on those beautiful pink nipples, which I can see are anticipating my action already.”
Ellie looked down to see her nipples were indeed very hard and erect. She shivered in reaction.
* * * *
Nick stepped back and retrieved the next item. It was more than just clamps. It had chains, too, which snapped onto the collar.
He had nearly balked when Ben had given them to him, as they looked so vicious. Surely Ellie, or indeed any other woman, wouldn’t really want to wear things like this? But Ben was adamant. Ellie liked wearing clamps. Nick wasn’t sure he was comfortable with the idea of Ben knowing Ellie’s sexual preferences, but his relationship with her was somewhat unusual in that it was almost teacher and pupil.
Moving up to Ellie, Nick snapped one part of the chain onto the collar, letting the rest dangle down her chest. Well, that was the easy bit. Taking a deep breath, he gripped one of the clamps opening it between finger and thumb and reached forward with his other hand to grasp her nipple, and then became aware that it wasn’t that easy as her nipple slithered to the side.
Swallowing nervously, he hoped he didn’t look like a fool. Pondering for a moment, he then bent his head to take her nipple between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. She arched into him. That was better. It was also good. He never liked women with big breasts, but Ellie’s were perfect. Of course, it might be something to do with the fact that they were hers!
Lifting his head, he moved behind her, hoping to get a better grip from this angle, and taking the recalcitrant nipple in his fingers again, he squeezed more firmly to hold it in place and this time managed to slip the clamp on, although he nearly dropped it when she jerked in his arms at the moment of pressure.
Rubbing his hands up her arms, he moved to look at her face asking, concerned, “Are you all right?”
He could see she had her eyes closed and was gritting her teeth, but she still nodded. Then he remembered Ben had said that clamps could be painful and to get the sub to ride out the pain.
So he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her body against his, rubbing her stomach soothingly saying, “That’s it. Breathe deeply. The pain will go.”
As she started to relax, she chortled, “So you’re an expert now, are you?”
He couldn’t let that one go so he gave her a swift, but hard, spank, eliciting a loud “ow.” “Serves you right. We clearly have some attitude problems still. I was hoping we were past that.”
She chuckled. “Sorry, Master.”
Since she seemed to have recovered from the first clamp he moved to her other breast, affixing the fastening as he had the first, and then stood in front of her. They did look lovely on her if, in his opinion, brutal. He reached out a hand to gently tug on the chain which now looped under her breasts from one clamp to the other and was astonished by her reaction. He had sort of been expecting a cry of pa
in, which is why he had only done it very gently. Instead she moaned and thrust her breasts forward, her hands gripping his arms. He rewarded her by caressing her bosom, squeezing her from below avoiding the clamps, pushing the globes upward.
“Oh God, Nick, that feels good.” He smiled and forgave her the lack of title as he thought back to the latest lessons he had had from Ben. Even the Dom had been a little shocked at the latest turn in Nick’s bizarre relationship with Ellie. He had given him some tips, if somewhat reluctantly, not convinced that Ellie would ever become anyone’s sex slave, let alone Nick’s. He also knew what Ben didn’t vocalize. He didn’t think in a million years that Nick had it in him to be a Master to a slave.
Pushing those negative thoughts aside, Nick reached inside him for strength. “Now, for the next part of this evening. What is the most important aspect of any Master-slave relationship?”
Ellie opened her eyes, looking at him confused. “You’re asking me? Haven’t you done your homework sufficiently?” She stepped back as if to retreat from him.
Sighing patronizingly, he put his hands on his hips. “Ellie, I know the answer. The question is whether you do? Now get on your knees and consider your response.”
“I–I don’t understand.” She stayed on her feet.
“Clearly. This is why you need to be on your knees and thinking hard.”
Frowning fiercely, she finally did as he requested. “What was the question again?”
He lifted her chin so she could look at his face. “You wanted to be my sex slave. I know you have never done this before, but you have had some training, so you should know what the most important principle in a Master-slave relationship is.” She was still looking confused, so he relented. “Whose needs are paramount?”
“Oh–oh, the Master’s.”
“Very good. Therefore would you say I have every right to make you spend all night servicing me and not allowing you to come?”
She was frowning. He had done this deliberately to turn the tables on her, to make her think more clearly about what she actually wanted. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work as he watched her body visibly relax at the implications. “Yes, Master.”
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