Thistle couldn't help but toy with her earrings. She had them in for weeks now but they still caught her eye, begging to be played with. The glint of the gold catching in every light. It would be months before she could change them but when she could she had plans.
"Thistle hurry up." Melody called busting into her room. There was no privacy between the two these days. She looked over at Thistle, catching her red handed. "Are you playing with them again?"
"I can't help it." She protested.
"Yes, you can. And if you want something shiny to play with then play with this." Melody walked over and flicked the new tag on Thistles collar. Silver etched with the leopards name in deep purple.
It had been two weeks since Melody had become her mistress. It had gone much smoother than she had expected. Melody and Archer's great communication worked wonders at keeping all parties happy. She would split time between them as a sub and still get her girlfriend time with Archer. Add in a few hangouts with Melody and it was perfect. The only thing missing was sessions with the both of them.
She was hoping that would change tonight. It was her first special event at the club. She would be serving publicly as both of their submissives. Busy schedules finally aligning. Hopefully that would lead to some fun. With that in mind she had foolishly invited Melody over to help with her outfit.
She hadn't been planning on the leopard using her new power to take full control of her outfit. A fishnet body suit covered her from head to toe. Only pasties and a leather skirt for any sort of coverage. The leopard had even threatened to revoke her coat when she had complained about the outfit. It had shut her up.
"Come on, you look perfect sweetie. We got to get going." Melody said taking any agency away from Thistle. She turned, expecting to be followed.
"Yeah, yeah." Thistle muttered, turning off the light as she left.
There was no line outside Carnal tonight. And better yet still no more sightings of the creepy guy that had watched her. They strolled up to the door to a rather dapper-looking Milo. He was wearing a tuxedo that made his auburn fur pop.
"Milo. Looking good but I thought you were done with night shifts?" Thistle asked.
"Thanks ma'am." He replied looking adorably bashful. "I will be, just finding the right job."
"He knows he will be missed so he's stalling." Melody added, wrapping her arms around the wolf. He looked painfully awkward as he had no idea where to put his arms. Especially since Melody was wearing a short backless dress.
"Umm ma'am I need to take Ms. Thistle's coat."
"Fine. So professional Milo." She teased. She shot Thistle a wink as she spoke. Poor kid didn't deserve to be terrorized by her.
He took her coat and the pair darted inside before Thistle froze to death. The cold never seemed to bother Melody. "You ready for your first event?" Melody asked as they headed down the stairs.
"I'm nervous but excited, Mistress." Thistle answered slipping into her submissive role.
"Don't be nervous. It's basically an exhibitionist show. Old hands will be doing demonstrations than anyone else can have a turn to show off. It's kinky art with fancy snacks."
"Yes, Mistress." She replied as they reached the ground floor. Carnal had changed a lot for the event. Archer had decided it was the perfect excuse for a remodel. The bold bar was replaced with a smaller, sleek one. It left room for a future area for full-time guides to help the newbies of the club. The floor was opened up with three large block stages replacing the single circular one, each with an act going. And this was just the start. He had a vision he was willing to close the club to complete.
"Right, sweetheart. I'm going to go check on staff. Go find your Master and let him know you're here."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Oh, and make sure you're respectful to any doms. You're not going to embarrass us, got it?"
"I promise I won't, Mistress."
"I know." Melody lifted her chin, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before heading off. She had been kissing Thistle a lot lately. Not that she minded. It just made her wonder if there was something more. If the leopard was scheming up something big.
Thistle refocused and started to explore the floor. The dress code was so mixed. The doms were all in suits and gowns but the subs all seemed to be in various forms of nudity. On the stage was a man in only black leather pants using wax to make art on a white cat. He had quite the audience who seemed to revel each time the cat squirmed as wax was dropped on her.
She scooted past the group, still not seeing Archer. She was about to reach the second stage when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to bet met with a dignified looking lioness in an emerald gown. A dominant if she ever saw one.
"I was wondering when you would reappear." She said in a voice with an accent Thistle couldn't place. She also had no idea who this women was. She looked her over but there was no pack symbol meaning she was a complete stranger.
"I'm sorry ma'am, have we met?" She replied, trying her best to sound polite.
The lioness smiled, perfect teeth on display. "We have. Though you were in a ragged state and blindfolded. Perhaps you remember my doll or her taste at the very least?"
A tiny otter girl stepped forward bowing her head. It was weird having a submissive bow to her. She was wearing a maid outfit that was so scanty it could barely be described as clothes.
"Taste of her?" Melody thought before it clicked.
"Of course, I remember now ma'am. I apologize for not remembering you."
"I never thought you would. I've been asking about you since then. It seems we were never here at the same time. Tell me, who claimed ownership of you?"
"Master Archer and Mistress Melody ma'am." She replied curious about where this was leading.
"Archer taking a submissive and sharing? The man has changed. Anyhow, where is your master now?"
"I'm not sure, ma'am. I was searching for him myself."
"Then let us hunt together. Come along you two."
The lioness was off with the otter in tow, neither waiting for her. Thistle had no choice but to follow. It didn't take long to find Archer, talking to a German Shepard that was too bulky for his tux.
She could see Archer cock an eyebrow as she arrived in tow of another dominant. He dismissed himself from the Sheppard and met them halfway. Thistle moved, wanting some semblance of control.
She reached Archer's side and knelt, the floor cold on her legs. "Master may I be of use to you?"
"Always, pet." He answered sounding quiet cheerful. "But first I must see to your company. Magnolia, it's always a pleasure. I'm guessing this lovely maid is your submissive?"
