Stepping out of the car into the night air Diane drank in the facade of the club, true to its name the exterior of the two visible floors had an immaculate classical design. Imposing columns propped up elegantly decorated eaves. The balconies that sat underneath some of the tall stained glass windows were twisted with marble grapevines so beautifully carved as to appear alive. Cast in what appeared to be solid gold just under the apex of the entrance arch was the club's logo. A stylised bunch of grapes with a thorny vine wrapped around it. This was where she was to spend the next two years of her life, indentured at the most infamous den of hedonism in the world.
The Dionysus Club.
"My, my, tongue tied already are we? Well just wait until you see inside my dear." An electric shiver ran down her spine as the silky sinister voice of her new handler whispered in her ear.
Diane swallowed nervously as a gentle but unquestioning hand at the small of her back guided her towards the huge doors. Next to her handler, Medea, she could not help but feel like a mouse under the hungry gaze of cat. Not only was she taller than Diane but everything about her gave the impression of a woman who did not expect obedience but instead would make sure she got it. Their attire certainly did not help her feeling. Diane was in the loose fitting beige clothing she had been given to wear after her auctioning. During which the only thing she had been allowed to keep on was the grey heavy duty rubber collar around her neck. Medea, on the other hand, was in a rich dark purple blazer with a matching pencil skirt. The latter of which Diane noted had certainly been tailored to show off her well toned backside and legs. What she was most interested in however was Medea's collar. During their ride over here, she had been scolded for staring at it. It was an exquisite piece of leatherwork. The same deep colour of her suit and about 2 centimeters wide, it had the club's logo embedded in gold on the front. What fascinated her most however lay at the back. Securing the collar together was a dainty lock. Surely a fierce woman such as this was not owned?
"Ahem?" the disapproving tone of her handler snapped Diane out her musings. Too late she realised that she had stopped still in the middle of the club's drive. Medea stood a few paces ahead, Diane's leash in hand and an icy look on her stern features.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Medea asked, words as perfectly formed as their speaker.
Diane felt the blood rush to her face, mortified she opened her mouth to explain but out came only mumbled words that barely formed a sentence. She felt the sting of the slap across her face before she had even registered that Medea had moved.
"What the fuck was that for?" she exclaimed in shock before she could stop herself.
Without hesitation Medea yanked downwards on her leash causing her to topple forwards into an undignified heap on the ground. The now not so gentle pressure at the small of her back told her that Medea had planted her foot there to pin her down. The soft chuckle told her Medea was enjoying this.
"Lesson number one little slave," came that cold voice from above her, "you serve to the club now and we only take the best. Ditzy headed daydreaming just will not suffice." The pressure shifted as Medea bent forwards to trace a finger down her cheek. "Don't worry though I'm going to break all those bad habits, whatever it takes. Now get up."
Clambering to her feet in no more dignified a manner than the heap she was just in, Diane bowed her head meekly.
"I am sorry ma'am. It won't happen again ma'am."
"That's better slave, with the correct form of address as well", Medea's calm and collected response both after such a show of power both terrified and excited Diane.
A few moments later they both reached the looming front doors. Medea knocked and the door swung inwards before her hand had barely left the dark wood. Remaining two steps behind Medea at all times Diane stepped over the threshold and softly gasped at the sight she saw within. Opulence, luxury and decadence had clearly been what the designer had been told to impose upon the space, no expense spared. The ceiling of the entrance hall towered above her, taking up both of the available floors. Halfway up the height of the room, the walls gave way to columns. Which allowed the many guests currently lounging, against the balustrade to observe what was happening below. All of whom were dressed in clothing far more expensive than she had ever seen in her life. Made all the more expensive by how little of it adorned many of their bodies. Once again Diane felt her cheeks burn pink at the plain garb she wore.The ground floor of the hall was, if anything, more richly decorated than the guests above it. Statues and tapestries lined the walls depicting people of all genders performing acts as lewd as to make Diane's blush deepen further. Swiftly she decided to glue her eyes to the floor ahead of her. As they reached the excessively large dark circle of wood that was reception desk Diane heard a soft laugh ahead of her.
"I am going to go out on a limb here, the pretty little thing that doesn't know where to look is our new purchase?"
She looked up at the man who had spoken, dressed in a suit that matched the style of Medea's and with his mischevious smile, he made a pretty sight for incoming guests.
"Oh that she is indeed, poor little lamb", came Medea's response, "is everything prepared downstairs for later?"
The receptionist's smile grew even wider.
"It is indeed, rather sad I can only watch though".
"I'll have my turn with you soon enough", Medea purred as she tilted the receptionist's chin upwards with one finger, "now be a dear and buzz open the slave dormitory door."
As they moved off towards a tapestry depicting a nude man and woman kneeling collared and nude, Diane cast a glance back at the receptionist. She noticed his collar for the first time. Wider than Medea's and with a single golden D-ring that the Club's logo hung off of. Before she could ask about it however Medea had pulled back the tapestry and was leading her through the door that had opened up behind it. The next few minutes were a blur, this part of the building kept the marble aesthetic but lacked any of the decoration. With no point of reference, Diane was quickly lost in the maze of corridors and doors. The only thing keeping her from getting lost was her leash. Eventually, they stopped before a door labelled "Shower and Changing Room", as Diane began to utter a protest she was pushed through the door. Inside she was greeted by a long room, showers to the far end, benches and lockers closest to her.
"Strip"
The single word spoken in a tone that brooked no argument sent a shiver running down Diane's spine. She turned to face Medea, eyes wide.
"Im sorry... You want me to... Right here?" Diane stammered out a response.
"Did you mishear me little slave? Do you need reminding again of what you are now?" Medea's hand grabbed her under the chin and tilted her eyes upwards.
"No, no I just... Could you turn around please Ma'am?"
"Oh no, I am going to inspect the product so to speak", replied Medea as she unclipped the leash and sat back on one of the benches. "You're an untrained slave here at the Dionysus Club, which means you don't get little privileges like dignity. Now strip, then stand with your hands behind your head."
Trembling slightly Diane obeyed, taking off her beige trousers and loose fitting t-shirt. The auctioneers hadn't bothered to give her any underwear. Biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut she stood as commanded. Feeling the warm air of the room caressing her skin. Just the thought of Medea's steely gaze passing over in this state was making her mind race. She was embarrassed, mortified at this treatment of her. There was something else there though, something that was only making the embarrassment worse. Some part of her was enjoying this. Some part of her she thought she'd buried long ago craved to feel Medea's hands on her. Judging her, appraising her like little more than what she had called her. A product. An object. It's this place she thought, all the sexual imagery on the way in. It had thrown her off that was all. She wasn't really like this was she?
It was just the slightest of touches but the sensation was electric. The sound of Medea's breath right behind her. The warmth of her body so close. Most of all, the feeling of one of her perfectly manicured nails tracing its way up her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat and stayed there as the sensation travelled over her underside of her breasts. Around her stiffening nipple. A quick pinch. Then the sensation stopped, and Diane finally let out her breath. Eyes screwed shut and shaking slightly she could not suppress the whimper as that voice dripped into her ear.
"Oh my little slave, who would have thought it. The demure little bitch enjoys being stripped and put on display." Medea's mocking tone elicited yet another whimper. "The club's members will love this, a filthy slut with the face of angel".
Diane's eyes shot open as she felt those nails again, as they traced their way up her inner thigh. The pressure of them greater than before. A few inches before her lips the sensation of the nails ceased. In their place a warm hand was placed right between her legs. Diane bit harder into her lip to suppress another whimper. It was taking all of her willpower to not start grinding against that hand. The other hand now, groped her peachy ass, did not help her resolve. That little voice in her head telling her she wasn't like this, she wasn't a slut, a harlot, was quickly being drowned out by a need she had not felt in years.
"Perhaps, I should have some fun with that pretty face first though", came Medea's whisper in her ear, making her heart pound even louder. "After all you newbies must serve all staff and trusted slaves to the best of your abilities. You are little more than entertainment after all..."
Diane felt Medea's hands cease their teasing, over her own heavy breathing she only just heard the command that came next.
"Lay on your back, now."
Embarrassment was overwhelmed by desire and Diane obeyed without hesitation. She opened her legs and looked up at Medea pleadingly.
"You silly little whore, did you really think I was going to please you?" laughed Medea in response.
In one smooth movement Medea hitched up her skirt and knelt down over Diane's face.
