Fiona had finished her apprenticeship and was now ready to find a sub of her own. She had learned well, and her teacher knew she would make a fine Mistress for a lucky slave or two. "Or maybe even three, with her appetite," he thought. He kissed Fiona's cheek and wished her well. He knew she would not have much time for him once she found her way, but he hoped she would still find time to share herself with him once in awhile.
She was a beautiful woman and a most energetic lover, his equal in every way. He found it intriguing that no matter what he tried, she had never truly been submissive to him. She had gone through the motions at first, but when he had gotten a new slave and let Fiona take charge of her he had seen her true calling. She was meant to be the one in control.
Fiona went to a club her teacher had taken her to several times. He had wanted to expose her to some of the public scene, but he wanted her entrance to this side of society to be a surprise so he'd always had her shield herself with hats and veils. Others just assumed he'd had a new slave and was not ready to show her off yet.
She dressed just as he had suggested--all in red; her long legs clad in thigh high boots, latex mini shorts that snugly clung to her fine, trim ass, and a soft, supple leather halter that hugged her ample breasts to perfection. She wore a belt wound crisscrossed around her hips, and her hands and wrists were clad in red, mesh finger less gloves, showing off her red fingernails. With her vivid blue eyes and shoulder length brunette hair, she made a stunning picture, she knew.
Everyone noticed when Fiona walked into the club. Her bearing was that of a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. No one had ever seen her before, or at least they did not realize they had, but doms and subs alike all wished they could be hers, if just for a moment.
Fiona absorbed the atmosphere of the place, noticing all the different patrons. The array of costumes was amazing. as many different displays as there were personalities. There were also as many varying degrees of dress and undress as Fiona looked around her.
There was a woman bound to the rack near the back of the club, stripped to her bra and panties and being whipped. As the man whipping her handed the instrument of torture to her master with a nod and a few words, Fiona approached him. "What did your slave do to deserve such a whipping?" she asked the unfortunate girl's master.
"She let another man fondle her breasts and kiss her." he replied as he laid another "whack" to her buttocks. The woman on the rack gasped and shuddered.
"Surely you don't mind sharing her now and then," Fiona answered.
"I don't mind at all when I'm asked," he replied, "but I do insist that I am asked first. This is to remind her who she belongs to."
He administered another "whack" to his slave and then turned back to Fiona. "I don't recall seeing you here before, but I recognize that look in your eyes. Would you like to lend an assist?" He handed her the flogger he had been using. "Consider it my welcome gift to you." Fiona took the flogger and hefted it in her hand for a moment, then asked if he minded if she used her own. He smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."
She quickly whipped her belt off and held it in her hand. She took a step forward and without hesitation swung the belt. She knew that by acting without hesitation she would affirm her position. It was very satisfying to see the woman on the rack jump and hear her cry out as the belt struck her ass. Again Fiona swung and watched the woman react as the sting of the belt found her.
She smiled at the woman's master and wrapped the belt back around herself. "Thank you, that was most satisfying." she said to him as she stepped back out of the way. "But I don't want to take advantage of your hospitality. And I would like to mingle with the rest of the patrons as well. I am currently looking for a new sub and was told this was a good place to start looking." "I'm sure we'll see each other again," the man said. "My name is Max. I am well known here, so if you need anything, please feel free to call on me. I will be glad to assist you."
"My name is Fiona," she replied and held out her hand. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it. He smiled at her and let her hand go, then turned back to the still unnamed woman bound there. Fiona heard him ask the woman if she knew who she was yet.
Fiona smiled and walked away to look around the rest of the club. She stayed in the club's main area now and then watching the entertainment, but mainly watching the other patrons. She noticed a couple of men and a woman sitting together talking in a corner. None of them appeared to be the dominant type, she thought as she looked them over carefully.
"I would take them all three and handle them all," she thought for a brief moment before knowing she could not. After all, this would be the first time taking a sub of her very own, and she wanted to make sure there were no mistakes.
She walked over to the three. She said nothing, just stood there staring at them all, waiting for one of them to speak. Finally one of the men spoke. "May I get you anything, Mistress?" he asked. She looked into his eyes.
"Yes," she clipped at him. "You could start by giving me a chair. Preferably yours. You may kneel beside it."
Both men rose and offered her their chair. She took the chair she had asked for. She told the second man, "Since you have risen without being asked, obviously you do not need one either. You may kneel beside my chair as well."
It was a rush to see both men quickly comply to her orders. "Maybe I could take two of them anyway," she thought.
The other woman at the table was staring at Fiona in awe. Her eyes were drinking in every inch of her magnificent body and powerful persona. "You wish to ask me something?" Fiona inquired gently.
"Yes," the woman blushed and dropped her gaze. "I was wondering if you were looking for a female slave. I think you are beautiful and I would be honored to serve you."
This was getting better and better! Fiona had been thinking she would be lucky to even meet someone tonight, and here she had three people volunteering to submit to her desires already! No, it was too risky, she battled with herself. She knew it would be hard enough establishing a proper bond with just one of them. It would be impossible to develop the trust required for a good match with all three of them at once!
"May I speak?" the man on her right asked.
"Please," Fiona laughed. "I have not declared myself your Mistress yet."
"I am Roger, this is Doug and Lucy. We were all together in a beautiful relationship with one Master." he said. "We had all been together for over a year when suddenly our Master was killed in a car accident. We have been without an anchor for 2 months now, and there is not one Master or Mistress here who will take us on together.
Won't you please consider us? We can tell you are an experienced Mistress who can understand just what we mean to each other. And we can promise we will delight you. Take some time with us. Let us show you how badly we need to serve. If you do not wish to remain our Mistress afterward, we will understand, or you may chose one or all of us if you wish."
Fiona could not resist such a plea. She answered him, "My name is Fiona. You may call me Mistress for tonight, anyway. Come with me now and we will see if you mean what you say." She stood and strode off to the rear of the club without looking back. The trio quickly followed behind her. After a quick conversation with the bouncer at the head of the hall, Fiona led the way to a large room. It contained everything necessary test the mettle of any slave, she thought.
She turned to the three. "The first thing I require is that you be naked," she told them. "You will not wear clothes in my presence unless I tell you to. The second thing I require is that you shower. Do not ever wear any cologne or perfume in my presence unless I tell you to. Is this understood?"
Roger, Doug, and Lucy each answered, "Yes, Mistress," and walked to the shower in the back corner of the room. She watched them undress each other and step into the spray. They were all beautiful to watch as they soaped each other. She could see Roger and Doug on either side of Lucy, lathering her thoroughly.
Fiona turned her attention to the rest of the room. She decided to keep things simple. She wouldn't need much tonight, the table over on one side would be fine to start. She licked her lips envisioning the rest of the evening. She selected a small vibrating plug for Lucy and turned back to the shower. The three were toweling each other off. "Good." she thought. "They don't waste time.
The three of them rejoined Fiona as soon as they were dry. She noticed both men had an erection already. "Good." she noted as she inspected them. "I see you don't have a problem being ready when needed." She wrapped her hands around each of their cocks and stroked them a couple of times, noting how they got harder with her touch. Both men were nicely built, their cocks about seven inches long and pleasantly thick. She smiled.
