NOTE:
This story is bookended with a sex scene, but otherwise it's mostly talking and vanilla sex. If you aren't interested in how the slave and her Master first met, you can safely skip it.
Bent over forward with her hands on the back of his couch, her skirt up around her waist, she obediently moved her feet further apart when she felt his hand tap the inside of her leg. But he touched her no further, and said nothing until she looked back and saw him admiring her. "Eyes front," he said, and she turned her head back around.
She knew he could see how wet it made her to be exposed like this. She felt the air on her wet cunt, shaved bare for him. She did that every day now, taking the extra time in the shower even when she wouldn't see him, because she loved how it felt, and how it made her more naked for him.
She'd been thinking about him all day, and when she'd finally slipped into the booth next to him, she could exhale and let go of her stressful day, as he ordered cocktails for them both. He motioned her around next to him, where, concealed by the tablecloth, he parted her legs and lifted her skirt, nodding approval when he saw the silky thong he'd bought her. He let the skirt fall back to her lap but did not pull it back down. She didn't adjust it, but instead parted her legs, and they talked about their days with her almost entirely exposed to his view.
He'd teased her and played with her at will, all the way through dinner. His fingers stroked her inner thighs, reached up to brush the thin fabric over her clit, pushed under her at one point so that she raised herself to let him feel her bare ass.
That ass that was raised to him now, her legs open to display her wet and open pussy lips, waiting for him. Other than the thong he'd taken off her soon after she came in the door, she was dressed just as she'd been all evening. When would he touch her? Waiting made her wetter and more desperate, and she felt his eyes admiring the way she was presented to him.
She thought back to the first time she'd seen him, a little more than six months ago.
--
He'd been explaining proper caning technique on the small stage of a sex club. She wasn't really paying attention to him, but instead looking at the young woman beside him, bent over, her ass presented to him, head down as he discussed the right way to make her hurt.
"I didn't think you'd enjoy this so much," her friend Chloe said with a grin. Her best friend, with benefits nowadays, had invited her because, in conversation and in bed, she'd clearly been interested and aroused by submission. Chloe's boyfriend was hosting the evening.
Rachele had been dubious about people who had sex in public, but she trusted her friends and wanted to see it. Chloe had explained that people wouldn't actually be having sex, but Rachele thought that was an academic distinction when they were all looking at a woman's naked ass and spread legs.
Rachele took her eyes away and looked around at the crowd of people in leather and masks. "I don't like it here at all, to be honest," she said. "I'm nervous, even knowing Kevin is in charge." At the moment, he was standing to the side of the little stage, monitoring the scene and watching for unwelcome behavior or distress in the crowd. An aura of calm and safety tended to surround him.
"But you're liking that," Chloe said, nodding to the stage.
Her friend nodded. "I am," she said, softly but not tentatively. "She's just waiting. She can't even see him. She can't move. All she can do is wait to be hit."
Chloe gave her a playful smack on her ass, and her friend laughed. Chloe had tried being dominant, but her heart wasn't in it and Rachele asked her not to pretend. They were both relieved, but Chloe still teased her about her proclivities and Rachele enjoyed her friend's acknowledgment and frankness.
"Who is he, anyway?" she asked. "He looks way too old for her." The man was definitely older than her or Chloe and the girl was younger, maybe in her early twenties.
"Oh, they're not together," Chloe said. "Robert's just using her as a subject for the demo. I think that's her boyfriend over there." She pointed to a young man standing near Kevin.
Sure enough, the older man called the boyfriend up to the stage, handed him the cane, held his arm to show him the right grip, and continued his demonstration. His hands moved over the woman's ass and legs, spreading and lifting her to demonstrate the right and wrong places to hit.
Rachele's attention was drawn back to the stage, her eyes fixed intently on the restrained woman as her body was used as a prop. Chloe looked at her parted lips and her flushed cheeks, and smiled. This had been a good idea after all.
Her friend felt Chloe's gaze and looked away. "He's so clinical," she said. "No, that's the wrong word. It's incredibly sensual, but he's not touching her sexually."
She folded her arms across her chest and hugged herself. "He's talking about her, showing her off, but she's just there, feeling his hands on her and listening to them."
"You'd like to be watched like that?" Chloe asked. Her friend looked around at the crowd. "Oh god no, never, not like this." she said.
The authoritative man and the bound woman were making her aroused, but the crowd around them was making her anxious. "Can we get some air?" she finally asked. Chloe took her hand and led her to the back of the club where there was some open space. "Are you OK?" she asked her friend. "Do you want a drink?"
Her friend shook her head. "Honestly I'd like to get out of here," she said.
"Do you want me to take you home and spank you?" Chloe asked playfully. Her friend raised her eyebrows. "Is that how Kevin asks you before he bends you over?"
Chloe laughed ruefully. "Yeah, I'm not so good at that."
Her friend kissed her. "And I don't want you to be. But I do want you to take me home, very much. Would Kevin mind?"
"He'll be here late," Chloe said. "I'll text him -- my roommate isn't home so we can go to my place if you want to spend the night. Otherwise you'll need to sleep in the guest room unless you want him joining us."
Her friend cringed. "I love him dearly, but god no. He's a bit much."
Chloe sighed happily. "You have no idea." They both laughed.
--
Later, lying in Chloe's arms, her head on her friend's small breasts, she mused, "I didn't like that place, but seeing him handling her like that...."
"You were really turned on," Chloe said. Her friend had been sopping wet and eager when Chloe finally got her hands into her jeans. "I'd been hoping that was all for me," she said in mock disappointment.
Her friend kissed her. "I'm always wet for you," she said. "But seriously. He was so kind and caring, and then he was making her scream and cry. I'm not sure about the pain but that calm control ..."
"You were practically creaming your panties," Chloe said.
"He was talking as if she were an object," her friend said.
"And that turns you on?" Chloe asked.
"A lot," she said. "He wasn't being mean, or making jokes about her. He was just explaining so carefully how the boy should treat his..."
"Property," Chloe said.
Her friend took a sharp breath, but didn't say anything.
"I'm not sure about the caning," she said after a minute. "Daniel used to spank me, and sometimes I did like it, less for the spanking than for being bent over and treated that way. But then it would hurt too much and I'd want it to stop but sometimes he would keep going."
"Kevin and I talked about an intervention, you know," Chloe said. "We were relieved when you dumped him."
"I shouldn't have let it go on so long," her friend said. "But when it was good it was
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