I walked home the following morning, after a night in which Grace and I made love several times. She refused to talk anymore about Tina, although Grace did tell me she told Tina what was expected of her. I thought about phoning Tina, but I guess it was time to move on. Anyway I'd see her at the club from time to time, and take it from there.
Two days later I bumped into her friend Jayne in the high street. I didn't really recognise her, not until she spoke to me. She asked if we could talk. She said she knew some of the things I had done with Tina. I told Jayne it was really between Tina and me, but she stopped me before I could say anything else. We had a coffee, although I didn't really want one, and that was when I found out what Jayne wanted. She leant forward over the table.
"The thing is. I was sort of wondering if you could sort of help me, well us really."
She stood up and slid on the seat next to me. Now I was fucked, pinned against the window, while she started.
"We'd like you to teach us. You know the things you do and all that stuff."
"Who do you mean?" I had to ask, but I already knew.
"Well, I want my husband to be like you, you know assertive."
I was fast losing the will to live at that moment, and then she started waving her hand trying to get the waitress to bring over another fucking coffee!
"Well, why don't you just tell him?"
"It's not really that easy, you see I've always decided what to do, and we tried a few times, but he just doesn't sort of do it right. We just need someone to show us. I'd be happy to pay you for a session or two."
I opened my mouth to speak, but Jayne was already talking again.
"I just want you to order me about like I'm a, you know, so he gets the idea, and help us with suggestions. You can talk dirty to me, and hit me with a hairbrush and things like that."
The only thing I wanted to hit her with was a fucking house brick!
"Jayne, I don't do husband and wife stuff. If you want to fuck other men, and he wants to watch, then there are plenty of men who would do that. No offence, but it just isn't my thing."
"Oh he's not a cuckold. I just want you to show him where he's going wrong."
"Well just tell him."
"I do, but it comes out like I'm moaning, and then he goes off and sulks."
The coffee arrived and I wondered just how hot it was. If I could get it down my throat quickly enough, I'd slip under the table and make a dash for the door!
"Jayne I really think you should talk to him, about what you want before you play again. Give him an idea of what you want first."
"I have, but he just doesn't get it when we start."
"Have you tried dominating him?"
"Good god no, we don't want it that way round."
Probably not I thought, because it seems she's like that already, well out of the bedroom.
"Go to the Spider Club and watch what goes on. It'll give him ideas, and then talk about it and try some later."
"Oh, I just thought you would help. Tina told me about the club, but she didn't tell me what she got up to, she sort of went red and clammed up. So, what's it like?"
"Jayne, just go along, pay the entrance fee and watch, too much goes on to tell you here."
She looked deflated, for a few seconds, and then I could see the light going on in her head. She wasn't really taking the hint, and it was time to tell her straight.
"I know. Why don't you think about it for a few days, and then let me know? I'll give you my number."
"I've got a better idea, come in here next Wednesday, and I'll have a think about it, as you said. If I think I can help, I'll leave one of my cards behind the counter."
"Oh god would you? That would be great....oh sorry, but I really think you can help. I know you are only going to think about it, but please think hard. Would you like another coffee before you go?"
"No, I really should go, or I'll be late for work."
My head was full of Jayne talking at me as I left. How the fuck her poor husband was supposed to dominate her without getting a word in was beyond me. If I was to help them out, and believe me my life would have to depend on it, the first thing I'd do is shove her knickers in her mouth! No, I made up my mind I wasn't going to, Jayne and her husband would just have to figure something out.
Friday night I went to the club. Grace was there, and Adam and Molly. Adam was grinning at me. I suspect with thoughts of what he had been told lay in my trousers. I wanted to thump his fucking grin all round the room, but I didn't.
"Come looking for your little slut, oh I forgot, she doesn't belong to you now, you gave her up."
The grin spread into a laugh after his words. Molly stood next to him grinning too, but less so. Molly knew what was in my trousers, and I guess she hadn't put Adam right on that. Friday nights are usually quite busy, but Saturday's are the best. So my original plan was to go and have a couple of drinks, and then go somewhere else.
We stood watching Jim, and his slut talking to another couple. Jim and Kay are husband and wife, but in the club they are master and slut. Their thing was Jim showing off his wife to others. He would pull open her blouse and make her stand there, and offer her tits round for a feel. I think they swapped too, because quite often they left with other couples.
Looking further round I saw Rachel sat in the corner with her baby. Rachel wore a long flowing dress, with a false bump in the front, so it appeared she was pregnant on first glance. Later on she would go into room 9, which was kitted out like a hospital room. Usually she chatted up men to play the part of her doctor and deliver her baby. Rachel loved being fisted, and now and then, a man would do it pretending to get her baby out. When Rachel came, that was the signal for her to give birth, and they would move to room 11.
Her husband would sit in his baby gear, in a huge cot. Rachel would, pretend to breast feed him, change his nappy, which he really did piss in, spank her baby for peeing itself, and then powder his ass. I had never seen it, but one day Grace told Rachel said she could watch. Grace said she found it less bizarre, and more erotic than she thought it would be. From there they dressed in whatever change of clothes she had for her baby, usually something like tight shorts, sandals, and a tee shirt, usually depicting the latest kid's hero, or cartoon characters, and then return to the main bar, as mother and son. Now and then Rachel had spanked him in front of everyone, but it rarely happened.
The place was filling up nicely, and the velvet curtain opened and in walked Tina. She had on a long and impossibly tight green dress which reached the floor, flaring out I guess a few inches below her knees. She still had that little slightly embarrassed look on her face, but she was slowly overcoming it. I knew Grace was watching my reaction with a slight grin on her face, but despite feeling a jump in heart my face didn't flinch.
Tina moved towards us, and when she saw me she faltered slightly. Grace held out her hand and Tina knelt and kissed it, "Good evening Mistress," Tina said softly, and then got up a little awkwardly, due to the tight dress.
"Tina, did you bring the keys?"
"Yes mistress, I did."
I knew the game Grace was going to play. At some stage the keys would be offered round, usually for a token fee of £30, the club kept half, and the master or mistress kept the other half. Then the winner got to fuck Tina. It was a simple game, but it produced a great deal of interest. Sometimes more than a fuck was on offer, but it was up to the Dom and sub, just what exactly, and the more outlandish the prize the higher the fee. The one thing which was stated at the very start was, the slave could not object to what was on offer, no matter who had the special key. It was open to both sexes, both to buy the keys, and to be the slave.
