CHAPTER 5 - The Main Event
Once i finish the light meal of cheese, fruit, and crackers that Master ordered for me to eat from a pet's dish on the floor, he beckons me to kneel by him - with a simple snap of his fingers.
i obediently crawl to him and curl up by his leg, resting my head against his thigh, as a soft purr escapes my lips. In an almost uninterested, listless manner, he caresses and strokes my hair, casually twirling strands in his fingers and paying very little direct attention to me, while i silently bask in the glory of my owner's presence.
Despite the fear of the unknown future that awaits me on that stage, at this moment i feel protected, safe, small, cared for - and so fortunate to be at my owner's side. With each stroke, each touch, each caress of my hair, i am lulled further into a sweet, blissful dream state, as if no one else in the club exists - indeed, as if no one else in the world matters.
"Little one," he gently calls, the mere sound of his sexy voice resonating beautifully in my ears. i raise my head and look reverently at him.
With tenderness in his eyes, he says, "Your time has come, pet." And after a poignant pause, "Don't worry, I will be here, and I will be proud of you."
i silently gaze into his mesmerizing blue eyes, as tears begin to form in mine. i smile at him sweetly through my tears. No response from me is needed - nor would one be appropriate.
While i have no idea exactly what to expect, i do know exactly what is expected of me, and i am ready to give it - complete and total submission.
He rises to his feet with authority and purpose. "Stand," he commands, his tone notably harsher now - the tenderness has evaporated.
i do as told, facing him, with no urge to look at my surroundings, at the people who will be watching me just moments from now, and who potentially might even participate in a scene with me on that stage.
He is all that matters right now. i look only at my Master with intense devotion.
He puts his arm around me, forcefully pulling me to him, then firmly grips my chin, pulling my face up to meet his. Our lips almost touch, but, alas, he deprives me of a kiss - the time for sweetness having clearly passed. The warmth and tenderness of moments ago have been replaced with an eery sternness as he looks into my eyes, deep into my submissive soul.
He slaps my face, then again, and then a third time, still staring into me. i do not flinch or protest. Indeed, my pussy pulsates wildly.
He releases his grip on my chin, pulls a blindfold from his inner jacket pocket, and securely fastens it over my eyes, checking and tugging here and there to ensure i cannot see, as is his custom each time he blindfolds me.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he then turns me so that i am facing the table, and bends me over it. My body and mind have surrendered to him. i am his plaything now, no longer a woman with a sense of self and hesitations to contemplate and work through. He has molded and shaped me through the various choreographed steps of this evening into an object, which he will manipulate and control however he chooses.
In moments, i feel the familiar cool sensation of lube being applied to my asshole. He does not rush through this technical step, but rather moves his fingers in sensual circles, enjoying his most prized hole of mine. He has made it very clear to me over time that my mouth and pussy are holes to be used casually by him and possibly by others - but that my asshole is special and must always be reserved for him, and him alone. Even inserting an anal plug into my own ass without his consent would be a grave offense. All of me belongs to him, but my ass is more fully his. Even when i was married, and Master and i were in touch - before he was my true Master - even then i did not engage in anal sex with my husband. i reserved it for Master.
My ass has always belonged to him, and always will.
As i sense him retrieving the anal plug from his jacket pocket, i push my ass out toward him, relaxing my asshole, ready to accept the object.
"That tight little ass," he comments quietly, as he always does upon entering my ass with a plug, with his fingers or, of course, with his cock.
He keeps me in that position after the plug is in, and i feel him playfully swat at a tail hanging from the end of the plug. He has always liked the look of an animal tail hanging from his most favored hole.
"Good pet," he says quietly, to himself. It's clear he is no longer directly addressing me or expecting any sort of response.
And i have no response to give.
He has transformed me into his toy, and toys don't comment or respond upon being played with.
i sense him leave me for a moment, and i hear the voice of my hostess - they exchange some words, and then she removes my heels and places the rope around my neck again.
Suddenly, an intense feeling of guilt washes over me at the thought that Master has to be seen in public using a simple, ordinary rope on a sub, rather than a true leash attached to a true collar, of a caliber reflecting who he is as a man, as a Master.
This is my fault, i think sadly to myself.
The way i previously behaved with him held him back from proposing true dominion over me, over the many years we have known each other and dabbled in D/s play - as far back as graduate school. Only now, all these years later, have i finally learned how to behave as a true slave. i robbed him of years of truly ruling over me.
Even worse, i am realizing now that during this journey toward earning a collar, i have focused on myself, on achieving something for ME. What a worthless slave i am to only now realize that HE is the one who deserves this achievement. HE is the one who has patiently worked to train and mold me as his slave. HE deserves the status symbol of owning a collared slave. All the world will see that HE has acquired a human being who gives her very self to him, body and mind, in profound adoration and complete submission, as his plaything, as his property, as his loyal servant to do with as he pleases.
He deserves better than a useless sub on a fucking rope!
My tears flow as i am overcome with sadness. But also, an intensified sense of purpose rises within me. i will earn this collar - for HIM!
On stage now, my hostess places cuffs on my small, delicate wrists and ankles, as i stand here completely exposed to the entire club, naked and blindfolded. She pulls one arm up and attaches the cuff to a chain hanging down from above, and then the other arm. i tug and wiggle just slightly, not in an effort to get away, of course, but rather to help demonstrate to her - and to my Master in the audience - that they are secure.
She then attaches each end of a spreader bar to the cuffs on my ankles, and attaches chains from the floor to the outer hooks of my cuffs. i do not see any of this, of course, since i am blindfolded, but the series of events has taken place in my Master's home, and i am familiar with the dance.
Once she has finished securing me, my hostess grabs my left breast, pulls at it, and attaches a clamp.
i grunt and hiss as the burning sensation tears through my breast. It has been several weeks since Master has placed clamps on my tits, and i am never allowed to apply pain to myself in private anymore, as i used to do regularly before becoming his slave.
Then my right breast. i hiss and groan again, then take a deep breath, reminding myself as i do during pain sessions that it's just physical pain, and that i can handle it.
She then proceeds to tap me with a small stick - first on my ass, then up and down the back of my legs and my back, eventually making her way around to the front of my body. She taps up and down the front of my legs, then up my torso, and around the clamps on my tits - sparing my pussy, which has become quite slick with cream.
Then, she's gone. i close my eyes beneath the blindfold and take a deep breath in anticipation of what may come next. i have a feeling it's going to build from here.
My hunch is confirmed as a whip of sorts lands on my back with force! The light taps of my hostess are no more. i wince and my body instinctively thrusts forward in an attempt to escape another strike, in vain, of course.
Another lash from the whip, this time across my ass. i gasp and then grab at the chains above me, for stability, for security - they are all i have to hold onto.
