The bright sun in my eyes woke me up. It took a few moments for the events of the prior night to sink in. I remembered what had happened and lay there in bliss. I went over Graham's words in my head. He had given me permission to be myself. I still didn't understand how I was fortunate enough to have a husband like Graham. I knew that a whole new world was about to open for me. I couldn't wait to experience new things, meet new people and let myself grow. I also couldn't wait to experience things sexually I had never even dreamed about. Also, I couldn't wait to fuck and suck anyone and everyone I could. When I went out to have coffee with Graham, we talked about the last few nights and decided to just relax at home all week. I don't want to bore you, so I will jump ahead to the following weekend. True, I did flash a couple of people (Sorry, couldn't help myself.).
Saturday came and it was our night to "play". Graham and I talked over coffee, trying to decide what to do that evening. I told him that I wanted him to take control of me and treat me like the slut I am. He smiled and said he would be delighted. I laid out my plaid skirt, sheer blouse, sexy bra, panties, heels and of course my suspenders. I took my usual long bath and dressed in my new clothes. Graham walked in as I was finished and smiled. He told me I looked like the sexiest tramp in town. I blushed and told him thank you, I will be sure to act like one. We both laughed and he told me that once we walked out the door I was all his. He said I would be treated like a whore, and I was to do as I was told. I responded "Yes, Master" and we left the house. Graham told me he was taking me someplace new, and I would see things I've never seen before. He warned me not to embarrass him, just do what he said at all times.
We pulled up in front of a night club. Graham told me this was where they featured "Female Impersonators". He explained that some of the performers were actually women, some were men made up to appear as women. I said I had read about it, but never seen it. He also told me they sometimes had special shows at 1:00 A.M. and we would be staying to see it. I nodded, and looked to the floor. When we went inside, I saw how beautiful it was decorated. There was fine carpeting and furnishings. There were tables set with candles. Sitting at the tables were either one or two couples. I didn't see any singles. There were a couple of single women sitting together, but they looked like they might be performers. One thing about all of them was the fact that they were very beautiful. In my mind I tried to figure out if they were men dressed as women, or real women. I guessed I would know later. Graham led me to a table not far from the stage. He instructed me to sit and be quiet. I nodded and sat quietly. He disappeared in the direction of the bar, I assumed to get us drinks. He returned some time later with two drinks in hand.
At 9:00, the house lights dimmed. The lights on stage came on and I saw brilliant colors and a spotlight. I had never been to a place like this and was spellbound by what I saw. A very beautiful woman came onto stage and the music started. She danced, sang and walked all around the stage. She had a beautiful voice and I thoroughly enjoyed her show. Once, she came over to where we were sitting and caressed Graham's face. I admit I was a little jealous. The thing was, I didn't know if I was jealous because she touched my husband, or because she didn't touch me. All I knew was that I would have loved to see that beautiful body of hers naked. I was really getting turned on. I looked at Graham several times and he made a point of ignoring me. There were several women who performed, all very beautiful. I wondered if we would ever find out rather or not they were women or men. The club had filled, no tables seemed to be available. A couple of the performers had touched me as they came by our table. I melted inside each time. It was hard not to touch back, but I knew I had to obey my Master.
It was now after midnight. I was hoping they would have a special show tonight. I didn't know what special meant, but I knew it would be great. At 12:30 A.M., the curtain closed and the house lights were turned back on. I looked around and saw all of the couples were dressed in suits, gowns and various evening wear. I realized I was under dressed, but I was proud of my new clothes. They felt good on me. At five minutes till one, the lights went down again. All conversation from the audience stopped. I heard a voice on the microphone announce the special show was about to begin. I stared at the closed curtain wondering which performer I would see. Maybe this late I would be able to see some of the women's tits. The announcer said he had a special surprise. He said one of his dear friends was here with his new slut. I then heard him introduce Graham. My Master took me by the hand and led me on stage. I was very nervous, looking out onto the crowd sitting before me. I didn't want to embarrass Graham, so I fought to remain calm. Once on stage, the curtain opened. I saw various equipment with chains attached, benches and other things I had no clue about. When I realized what I was looking at, I felt my pussy beginning to get wet. It finally sunk in that I was going to be the special show.
Once on stage, I was led to a little room just to the side of stage. There were two of the women with me. In the room, there were a couple of guys who worked the lights. I was handed a red, floor length gown, a bra and panties. The woman who handed them to me was dressed in a leather halter with her tits in plain sight. All I could think of was sucking on them. I could feel my juices running down my legs. The woman screamed "Slut, quit looking at my tits, or I will tell your Master." I quickly stared at the floor. She told me to strip and put on the clothes I had been handed. I looked around and she told me to do it now, or be punished. I undressed, finally standing naked. The men were watching me and remarked they hadn't seen tits that nice in a long time. One of the younger ones came over and pinched one of my nipples. I could feel my pussy start to pulse, and could smell my cum start to flow. The other woman yelled at me, telling me I was not to cum until given permission. It took every bit of strength I had to stop the flow coming from my pussy.
I dressed and was led back on stage. Graham introduced himself, and me, his slut. I was led over to a metal frame. There wrist and ankle straps were made of leather. My arms were lifted and my wrists were then secured. My legs were spread and my ankles placed in the lower restraints. I was standing spread eagle. My husband, Master, asked if anyone in the audience wanted to assist. I saw an older man get up and walk onto the stage. He was dressed in a tux and was very distinguished looking. I found myself wondering what it would be to fuck him. I pushed the idea out of my mind, knowing I didn't dare put myself into a state of arousal. The man walked up to me and Graham handed him a knife. The man looked at me and smiled. I saw the knife come up to the neckline of my gown. It didn't take any effort at all for the blade to slit my dress completely. Once cut, he grabbed hold of the top and ripped it off me. I heard cheers from the audience as he cut my bra in several places and tore it off. Now, in just my panties, I listened to the jeers and names I was being called. I heard slut, bitch, whore, cow and cum slut. Every time I heard a name, I felt a tingle. I loved hearing those names.