Michael was teasing me, rubbing his cock up and down my pussy, around my clit, but refusing to put it in me. It was frustrating and erotic all at the same time. My wrists and ankles restrained, there was nothing I could do but beg.
"Oh, fuck me Daddy, please!" I froze as soon as I said it. I had never called him that before, because he was always "Sir." I was not allowed to call him anything else, out of respect. That never really felt like it fit us, at least to me. But this, it felt right.
The look on his face shifted from surprise to passion in an instant. There was a fire burning in those beautiful blue eyes, a fire I had come to love over the past few years. That fire told me all I needed to know: he liked it. If my Dom liked it, then that's what I would call him.
With a sudden force he slammed his cock into me and began thrusting wildly. "Say it again," he growled.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Harder please!" I responded obediently.
"I love it when you call me that. Are you my good girl? Are you a good little whore? Tell Daddy what a good whore you are."
"I love being Daddy's little whore. I want to be a good girl for you Daddy."
In a matter of seconds, we both came and he undid my soft leather restraints. They were a gift from Sir- or should I say Daddy- for our first anniversary. Still fairly new, they hadn't been completely broken in yet. We laid there for a while in silence.
I love the way that my slender five foot seven frame nestles right into his six foot three body. I feel so safe and secure in his arms, because I know my Dom will always protect me.
The warmth of his embrace almost lulled me to sleep, but my hair was caught underneath him, so I couldn't move my head much. It gets in my way a lot, but he likes me to keep it long and straight. I do as he pleases.
I waited several moments for him to say something, and when he didn't, I broke the silence.
Rolling to face him, and pulling my hair out from underneath him in the process, I asked "So, is that it? Is Daddy what you want me to call you? I always thought it was a weird thing to do, but it just felt so... right."
"Babygirl, I loved it. You can call me Daddy all you want. I think it fits us pretty well. And it's not weird, lots of women call their Doms Daddy."
"I like it much better. After we got married, calling you Sir just didn't feel right anymore. Daddy feels much more personal, but it still implies you have the power. You're in charge."
"And you better remember that. I've been meaning to talk to you about something though."
"Yes, Daddy?" I said sweetly. I was rewarded with an indulgent smile before he went on.
"Would you be interested in going to a club? A BDSM club? I've been doing some research and I found one pretty close that seems safe. We can schedule a visit and just watch before we try anything. I'd love to go check it out. Maybe eventually be able to show off my gorgeous little slave."
"It sounds interesting. I'd love to go check it out, as long as it's safe."
"There are safety procedures, paperwork, an orientation, and all kinds of rules there. We'd be perfectly safe."
"Then let's do it."
****
It had been three weeks since we decided to check out the club. We went, and it was amazing. We decided to be a part of it, and we went through all the paperwork and orientation.
It was finally time to go play. I was excited, but also nervous. I had never done anything in public before, and there I was, donning lingerie and a new collar Daddy got me for the Playhouse. He wants people to know I have an owner.
It helped to know that I wouldn't be the only one there that exposed. I studied myself in the mirror before we left, and a perfectly average person stared back. Average height, slender build, long dark hair, dark eyes. My breasts are not much to look at, but the bustier I was wearing complemented them nicely. I turned to admire my ass in the thong I had on, and had to admit it to be my sexiest feature.
My figure served as a stark contrast to Daddy, who came up behind me. His reflection boasted an above average height, blonde hair, and clear blue eyes that I so easily get lost in. He prides himself on his very masculine, muscular build. He really is eye candy.
"Ready to go, Babygirl?" He asked, smiling.
"Ready as I'll ever be, Daddy."
I put on a long coat that covered my outfit and we climbed in the car. The ride was quiet and charged with anticipation for what was to come. We had seen the club, but this time we'd be part of the show. It was nerve wracking and exhilarating.
Daddy broke the silence. "Babygirl, I want you to know that I want to go to this club for you just as much as I do for myself. Tell me if you see any girls there that you like. We might be able to arrange a playdate."
My being bisexual was never something I hid from Michael, and he fully embraced it. He had always offered to let me explore with other girls, but I never really felt comfortable with that while in a relationship with him. However, he had a point. The club would be a great place for me to explore.
"Okay, Daddy."
We pulled up outside the club, a very nondescript building that was not marked on the outside. You would never just stumble upon the Playhouse. You have to be looking for it.
Once inside, we checked in and I left my coat with the lovely young house slave at the door. He stowed it away in a closet and told us to enjoy ourselves.
"Oh, trust me, we will," Daddy said as he hooked the leash to my collar.
We wandered around mingling with the other couples, Daddy talked with the other Doms while I stayed quiet like a good sub. Several of the Doms asked if I was available for loans or even rental, but Daddy wouldn't even discuss it. He did toss out the idea of a playdate with the Doms who had female slaves, but none of them seemed too interested in that.
Before too long we noticed that a crowd had drawn in one of the rooms. Daddy decided we should go investigate. We pushed to the front of the crowd to see what was going on, and it was quite a sight. There was a beautiful blonde Domme dressed in a leather corset and thigh high boots who had a crop in one hand and a little purple vibrator in the other.
But what really captured my attention was her toy. A gorgeous redhead was tied to an x-frame and gagged. She was wearing thigh high stockings and absolutely nothing else.
I must have been gaping at her because Daddy nudged me and raised an eyebrow. I blushed in response.
The Domme had been goading the crowd as she played with the redhead, and they responded to her well. They loved everything she said.
