It had been six months since John had finally admitted to his girlfriend Rachel that he liked Femdom play. It had taken him a lot of courage, and for the first 3 and a half years of their relationship, Rachel had had no idea. After initially being hesitant, Rachel had taken to it like a duck to water getting more and more confident each time they had an opportunity to role-play.
Two months ago, when they were both drunk John had let slip that he wanted to try going to a Fetish Club in London. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but as the hangover struck in the morning John quickly backed away from what he had said. Rachel, however, did not forget.
CURRENT DAY
John was at the office. It was 16.00 on a Friday and he was rushing to get his work finished so he could go home at 17.00. His phone buzzed. Rachel had sent him a text.
"Hey babe, I'm making us a nice dinner. Be home at 17.30 please xxx"
John exhaled loudly. Now he definitely had to get this work done. Typing furiously, he finished his report, attached it to an email to his boss and quickly packed his stuff. He ran out of the office, shouting goodbye to his colleagues and jogged down the road to the train station. As he pushed up the crowded stairway on to the platform, he heard the tell-tale beeping of train doors closing.
"Shit!"
Now he was definitely going to be late. John sent Rachel a text to let her know he'd be running half an hour late. She didn't reply.
At 18.00, John finally made it back to the house and used his keys to open the door. Stepping into the entrance hall, he stopped to put his coat on the rack.
"Hi darling, sorry I'm late. Trains were a nightmare today!"
There was no answer from the house.
"Rachel?"
John realized he couldn't smell any cooking food.
Starting to get concerned, he walked into the kitchen. Nobody was there. Same in the living room and the dining room.
John looked at the stairs and padded quietly up them. If there was a burglar in the house then he didn't want to let them know he was coming. He saw a light around the doorway leading to their bedroom and crept towards it. He turned the handle quietly and inched open the door.
"Come inside and stop creeping around like an idiot John!"
Looking at him disapprovingly, Rachel sat at her dressing table touching up her make-up. She had a black silk kimono on and her long auburn hair cascaded down her back.
"Stop staring at me and take your work clothes off! Your late enough as it is."
"Sorry Rachel, the trains were-" "I don't want to hear it!" Rachel cut in sharply. Her tone invited no debate.
"Tonight you will also not be calling me Rachel. I am 'mistress' to you. Are we clear?"
John was gobsmacked. Rachel had done some dominating before, but she had always shied away from getting John to call her 'mistress'.
"Are you deaf? Take your clothes off and kneel down here" Rachel pointed to a spot to her right of the dressing table. Adrenaline coursed through John's body as he scrambled to take his clothes off. Naked, he kneeled down next to Rachel.
"Not a good start, is it John?"
"No Rach-, sorry, Mistress"
She looked at him as if he was the biggest idiot she had ever met. After a long pause, she turned back to the mirror and began applying her lipstick.
"Tonight, John, we are going to a Fetish club in London. We're going, not because you want to, but because I want to. You are going as my little bitch and you will not embarrass me in front of the people there. Is that clear?"
John's heart sped up even more.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now I've just got to put my outfit on. I can hide my clothes under a long coat, but I don't think you will be able to. Therefore, I will let you travel in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and you'll change when you arrive. They only let people into the main area who are wearing fetish clothing anyway, so you'll have to once you're there. Go downstairs now and put on your clothes and wait for me by the door. You are to be on all fours while you wait."
John got up to walk downstairs.
"No, you will crawl downstairs."
Rachel said this almost as an afterthought and didn't even look at John.
John crawled down the stairs and got changed. He waited by the door on all fours and thought about the night to come, his heart pounding. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no fetish clothing. What was he going to wear when he got to the club??
After 40 minutes of waiting, John heard the confident clipping of heels walking down the stairs. He turned to look at Rachel but was sharply told to look at the door. The heels stopped close behind him and he heard a thud as something hit the floor.
"This bag contains your clothes for the night. You will not open it until we get to the club."
Just then, a horn sounded outside the house.
"That is our taxi. Get up and bring the bag. Try not to stare."
Rachel strode past John, who quickly grabbed the bag and fumbled with the door to lock it. He could just see dark, shiny boots and a long, brown coat as Rachel got in to the car. Getting in after her, he closed the door behind them in the back of the taxi.
The driver looked a them and asked them where they were going.
"23, Western Street please"
The drive took around 20 minutes and John was beginning to feel sick with nerves by the time they arrived outside the door of the club. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the shiny black boots with their steel heels glinting in the moonlight.
"Pay the driver John."
Rachel got out of the car without another word and walked towards the door. Flushing red with embarrassment, John paid the driver leaving a hefty tip and ran after Rachel.
AT THE CLUB
Rachel handed the bouncer two tickets and they headed inside. The sound of music boomed out from the stairs that led to the basement. A door to their left had signs for changing rooms.
"You have 15 minutes. I'll be waiting. You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you're even a second late. Time starts now."
Rachel crossed her arms and looked at her watch pointedly.
Hurrying in to the changing rooms, John saw there were about 15 other men getting changed. He tried not to make eye contact and moved to a corner of the room. Opening the bag, he saw lots of black lace.
John's face drained. Surely she wouldn't make him go out in women's clothing? John had only ever told Rachel about his fantasies and they had kept it strictly private in the past. This was a huge step.
He pulled the clothes out of the bag and found a french maid's dress, a pair of shiny high heeled shoes, a collar and a gimp mask. He had a look at the clock. 8 minutes had already gone. Having seen the events of the night so far, John really wasn't keen to see what would happen to him if he didn't meet Rachel's deadline.
John quickly stripped off his normal clothes and pulled on the dress. The feel of the lace all over his body started to send blood to his penis. He pushed it to the back of his mind. Hurriedly, he pulled on the gimp mask, fastened the collar around his neck and slipped the shoes on. He then stood up from the bench and looked at the clock. He had finished with one minute to spare.
He suddenly noticed that the other men in the changing rooms were looking at him and he immediately realised what they were staring at. Here he was in a dress in the middle of the men's changing room with the hardest erection he remembered having.
Humiliation made him walk as quickly as he could out of the changing room, struggling to walk in the high heels that felt so unnatural.
Rachel was still waiting for him in the hallway. She had put her coat in the cloakroom and her outfit looked incredible. At that moment John thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. He would do anything for that woman, no matter how embarrassing.
Rachel wore a black leather corset and miniskirt, her breasts swelling over the top and her thigh high boots sparkled all the way down her legs. In her hand she had a chain metal lead and a ball gag. She stood tall and powerful, her presence commanding the attention of John in a way he had never felt before.
"Come here slave!"
