Emma took a deep breath and walked into the darkened room. On the left, leaning on the bar, laughing with the bartender, was a tall, shapely brunette. Her back to the door, she was wearing 5-inch heels and her nylons covered strong legs leading to wide thighs. Her black skirt was short and tight and her generous breasts pushed against her a turquoise corset - her nipples were clearly outlined.
Although there were other women in the bar, they were all too young. 'That has to be her'. Taking a deep breath, Emma walked across the room, conscious of the eyes gliding up and down her body - undressing, evaluating, speculating. It excited her. She could feel her nipples responding to their looks. She became aware that her seam scratched her clit with each step. It felt good. She closed her eyes momentarily, savouring the sensation of being undressed by all these strangers.
Opening her eyes again, she saw that M'Pleasure was looking at her in the mirror behind the bar. Her eyes pierced like swords, sending a surge of liquid flame from Emma's cunt. Her nipples felt like they would burst out of her bra.
Watching Emma, M'Pleasure smiled to herself. 'This one will be good.' M'Pleasure had planned to take it easy at their first meeting, but seeing Emma she knew she could do almost anything with the slut.
Emma had made the first contact, over the internet, looking for a 'mature dom to teach me submission'. In emails M'Pleasure had learned that Emma was a professional woman, well educated, who'd recently become single again. She'd confessed to being feminist, bisexual and incredibly aroused by seeing Tipping the Velvet on TV. Although a high-level manager in her job, she obsessively fantasised about submission at night. She was well dressed - jeans, silk blouse over full breasts, well worn expensive boots.
As Emma neared, M'Pleasure locked eyes with her. Emma felt pinned to floor by the look. She held her gaze, but felt a flood of blood rush to her face. Finally M'Pleasure nodded, indicating she could come closer. As Emma reached the bar, M'Pleasure turned and reached a finger to Emma's chin, stopping her. The finger was strong and elegant, tipped in a dark shiny red nail with a lightning strike drawn in black.
The nail traced a slow path from Emma's chin, across her neck, down her chest to her breasts - the nail pushed sharply into one nipple and then the other. Emma drew a sharp breath of surprise and pleasure.
'Show me.' There was no mistaking the command. Emma paused, conscious that everyone in the bar was watching, curious, hoping for a good show. Slowly her fingers moved towards the top button of her blouse. Her hands shook slightly as the silk fell away. She looked at M'Pleasure, waiting.
The nail traced the edge of her lacey brassier. Emma shivered and closed her eyes as her clit throbbed. She shifted her weight to rub the seam against it. Her eyes flew open as she felt M'Pleasure's nails rake across the top of her breasts on their way to the clasp in front. In an instant her bra gaped open and her breasts were fully exposed. Emma looked in the mirror and saw that everyone looked on greedily, straining to catch sight of her.
M'Pleasure smiled. 'Turn around.' Emma hesitated. 'Turn around, slut.' She turned. The bar seemed more full than when she walked in. Twenty pairs of eyes devoured her full breasts. She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples. Her clit continued to throb. She started to pant slightly as her arousal mounted.
'Anyone care to see if they're real or not?' A murmur of pleasure circulated the room. A man, 40s, greying hair, heavy build, wrinkled suit, came up first. He grinned as he reached meaty fingers with hairy knuckles towards Emma's left breast. His touch was gentle - he squeezed her breast, then traced a circle around the nipple. Emma gasped, it felt so good. A look from M'Pleasure stopped him cold. He smiled and leaned over kissing her nipple and giving it a quick flick of his tongue before he left. Her wet nipple burned with excitement.
'Next'.
Two women came up. One tall, short hair, dressed in leather, a dog collar around her neck. The other was shorter, heavier, also butch. The second one nodded to M'Pleasure and then nodded to the woman with the collar. She grinned and reached both hands to Emma's breasts. With her palms flat she rotated her hands just barely touching Emma's nipples. Emma wanted her to squeeze her breasts and leaned forward. But the woman moved back, teasing her.
Emma had totally forgotten the others in the room. She was focused on her nipples. They ached with desire to be sucked. The two women backed away. Emma groaned. M'Pleasure smiled. The slut was well away.
'Are you wet, cunt?' Emma looked up, eyes glazed, nodded. 'Show me.' Blood rushed to Emma's face again, as she became aware that she was half naked and fully aroused in a public bar with a crowd of strangers watching every move. M'Pleasure's gaze locked with hers. Slowly she undid the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. 'Keep going.' Emma pulled her jeans down to her knees and then pulled her panties down.
