A sudden movement to my right caused me to tear my eyes from the spinning reels which had been mesmerising me for the last half hour. The sight which greeted me was much more interesting.
Blonde and very attractive, about 30'ish, she was making herself comfortable in front of the machine next to mine. What was really nice about this, was the view I was getting as she lent forward to pull the stool closer – her blouse gaped open to reveal her right breast, smallish, (the way I like them), her nipple was erect and quite long, at least 3/4" long, and, to really light my fire, she had a platinum barbell piercing her nipple, the dumb end of which sparkled in the light, a diamond perhaps?
The view shut down as she wriggled her butt onto the stool and put a fifty dollar note in the slot. Without even turning her head, "like what you saw?" I looked round to make sure that she was talking to me, and sure enough the nearest other player was at least 5 machines away and couldn't hear her over the bells and whistles of the machines. "The other one is just the same, although, for some reason, it's more sensitive, funny hey?"
I was a tad dumbfounded, not being used to a lady being so forward, so I tore my gaze from her chest and nodded dumbly. "What? Pussy got your tongue?" she giggled.
We lapsed into silence as we began to play the machines, I sat, eyes glued to the spinning reels in front of me, I really don't remember if I won anything in that little space of time, my mind was reeling, the pierced nipple kept popping into my mind like a video shot on auto replay.
Suddenly, "Dam, so close!!!", I stole a look at her screen, yes she had been close to a major jackpot, she pressed the button and the reels spun again. I stole a look at her chest, she was sitting angled toward me the buttons of her blouse now undone to her midriff, with her hand hovering over the buttons, her breast was totally exposed to my view once again. I licked my lips nervously, "Mmmmm, that would be nice", she said quietly at my side.
Once again I tore my eyes from the delightful sight and then heard her laugh quietly,
"I don't mind really, I have beautiful tits and sexy nipples, I really don't mind you looking at them", she lapsed into silence once again and continued to play her machine.
This went on for a good 15 minutes, both of us playing our machines, with me glancing every few seconds at her glorious tits, as she, kept them in motion as she moved around in her seat.
Suddenly, a loud "YES!!!!, Jackpot," she cried, I looked at her screen and sure enough the reels lined up for a major jackpot, fifteen hundred dollars and change.
I found my voice at last, "Well done".
She turned to face me, "thank you, I felt lucky tonight, perhaps in more ways than one, my name is Clare," she said offering her hand, "can I buy the gentleman a drink with my little win?"
"Devlin, and yes that would be nice," I said indicating my empty glass. I looked at her left hand, and sure enough there was the wedding band, engagement ring etc, my quiet hopes died.
"What would you like" she enquired.
"Just a Schooner of Super," thanks, a note of disappointment creeping into my voice, She noted where I was looking, smiled and said, "would you watch my machine while I get our drinks in case the Payout person comes?"
I nodded as she slid off her stool, her breast visibly moving beneath her blouse, "back in a tic". I watched as she moved off toward the bar, the lines of her g-string clearly visible beneath her tight skirt.
I went back to playing machine, and dam me if, bang, the reels lined up for another jackpot, not as big as hers, not quite a grand, my luck had changed, money wise anyway.
She returned accompanied by the person paying out the Jackpots, who was also aware, that thanks to technology, that, I had also won. As we went through the process, she said, "So your luck has changed too, must be our lucky night."
With our wallets considerably fatter we found a table over by the bay window of the club overlooking the beach.
Taking the bull by the horns, I looked pointedly at her left hand and then at her as I asked, "So where's your other half tonight?"
She laughed, "So that's what's been bothering you? He's been naughty, so he's been grounded and my daughter is ensuring that he's behaving. May I ask you a very serious and personal question?" her expression suddenly very serious.
I shrugged and looked at her, she wriggled in her chair and looked down at her knees, I followed her gaze and was rewarded by a view straight up her skirt, the slit now that she was sitting exposed the crotch of her white lace panties. I felt a stirring in my own crotch as she crossed her knees to hide the view.
"Do the words, Sub and Dom mean anything to you?" she asked quietly from beneath lowered eyes.
My breath quickened, my luck had definitely changed, now I knew exactly what was going on. Sternly but quietly, I replied, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do, and you can fucking well uncross your legs again, your very much a sub aren't you? She nodded submissively, dropping her gaze to her lap where she had neatly folded her hands, again a very submissive gesture.
I could not believe my luck, a submissive couple, my absolute fantasy come true, as, not only am I of a dominant nature I am also bi-sexual. I decided to test her obedience at once.
"Clare," she looked up at me, "Go to the rest room and remove you panties, bring them back to me in plain sight in your hand," I instructed. I enjoyed the look of panic that crossed her face as she looked around, and then the look of resolve that settled on her prettily smiling face. She dipped her head in obeisance, "Yes Master." She stood and walked off to the restrooms, her hips moving seductively.
In truth, it was not such a big deal, as there were not many patrons around at this time of day, and they appeared too engrossed in whatever they were doing and she would probably have to wear her panties on her head to be even noticed.
I looked up to see Clare returning to the table, a huge smile on her face and her panties swinging gaily in her left hand. " Master," she smiled holding them out to me in full view of anyone who cared to look. I took them from her, smelling her perfume emanate from them, she had applied fresh perfume to herself as well as her panties while she was in the rest room.
She sat primly, with her knees together, but at a stern glance from me she quickly opened to legs to display a full view of her smooth hair free pubis and the beginnings of the slit of her cunt, she slipped down a little in her chair opening her legs wider as she went until I could see the platinum bar bell holding the head of her clit outside the smooth lips. There appeared to be a little clip holding her lips together and assisting in the stretching of her clit.
"Clare, sit up!! Don't be a slut unless I tell, out in public you will be decorous at all times unless I say otherwise, understand."
Once again her head dropped and she whispered, "Yes Master." She looked up at me and smiled before lowering her head once again. She sat up and brought her knees together, sitting quite primly.
"Hmmm, what shall we do now, do you think Clare?" I asked.
"We could visit my home and see that Clark is behaving himself," she replied. "we don't live far away and I or Clark or Sam can drive you back later."
"Sam?" I enquired, as we walked toward her car and got in.
She explained as we drove out of the club grounds and headed north.
"My daughter, Clark's stepdaughter, I lost my first husband in a boating accident, it took both Sam and myself a long time to get over it, he was also dominant, and I adored him as did Sam, although not to the same extent," she giggled
I smiled as well, and asked, "What about Clark, where does he come into it?"
"Oh my poor Clark, he has always been there, he loved me desperately right back to school days, I never saw it of course, I was too much in love with Gordon. He and Clark were best friends and we were a threesome except for, well, you know.