The Submission Of Susan
Susan visits the club 'Bound To Please'
Continued from 'Jane, the final day'
This particular Saturday Master called me into the living room and told me to take a chair and sit down. He then proceeded to tell me that this evening I was going to be facing one of my biggest challenges as his submissive but one he thought I would be able to handle. This sounded a little ominous to me and I listened intently as he continued to talk.
"Tonight Susan, I am going to take you to the local BDSM club called 'Bound to Please' or BTP for short. I am going to do this for two reasons. The first is that I am very proud of you and want to show you off. The second is that I want you to experience just a little of the D/S lifestyle outside that you have currently experienced with Tim, Sally and me."
"Will they be coming with us Master?" I ask.
"Not this time. It will be enough just with you. I will need to focus my whole attention on keeping an eye on what's happening with you and I don't want the distraction of those two as well. Perhaps later they may come. "
"What's going to happen to me there Master?" I worriedly ask.
"You will be fine Susan. You will be plugged and wearing your labia lock which in itself will protect you. You may experience some touching and feeling from other Dom's there but that should be all and I will be watching you just in case."
"Master you know I always trust you and if you are with me then I am prepared to take this next step on our journey together."
"Good. I have laid out something I purchased yesterday for you for this occasion. It might look a little complicated but I am sure you will figure it out and I will be up shortly to help you."
Yes Master," I say and then, getting up, go upstairs to our bedroom where I see what I am going to be wearing. It is difficult to explain to you but essentially it appears to be a lot of brown leather straps which crisscross the body in varying ways. One thing is obvious as it is laid out on the bed, it is not a garment to in any way hide the body but rather draw your attention to certain areas of the body.
Removing my clothes I attempt to put them on. Two straps go around my thighs at the very top. They are then connected to a waist strap directly at the front so forming a sort of V to the front of my belly button. I won't go into all the details of this outfit but would tell you that by the time I had finished putting it on, it is drawing attention to my now tightly encased breasts, my backside, and my pussy. All the obvious places I would guess, if you are going to a BDSM club.
Master arrives holding my tail plug, lube and lock.
"Love it, Susan, it is perfect on you and makes you look even more beautiful Come here and let Master fit the lock and your plug."
I walk up to Master and watch him as he pulls my two labia rings together before clipping my vulva closed with the lock. I know from experience that when this lock gets fitted, nothing can get out or in my pussy. The lock does still allow me to pee and it is possible to finger me or rub my clit but nothing else.
"Master, why are you using my puppy plug and not my spanking plug?"
"I want it to be obvious to everyone that you're plugged and the fir tail does that. Now turn around and spread for me."
I do as commanded turning around and spreading my cheeks. The outfit I am wearing has two leather straps which run down between my butt cheeks and my Master has to undo these before I feel the lube around my sphincter and then his finger pushing into me. He lubes me well inside before the tail plug is introduced and is soon inside me. The straps are then re-attached and it is obvious that with their support, the plug is going nowhere.
From my previous stories, you will have worked out that my Master has a special affection for my arsehole. Apart from the times his cock is inside it, I find he is frequently filling it with various toys some more pleasant than others. Occasionally, when I am being disciplined for something I am packed off to work plugged all day in which case I have it inside me for at least eight hours. Some of you may wonder if it hurts. The answer is no, it does not. That said it is very uncomfortable for a different reason. The feeling of it inside me and being forced to sit wearing it, makes me extremely horny and I can't stop myself getting wet. As you can imagine, this is not a good state to be in if you're trying to teach kids at college so I desperately avoid being plugged for work.
The finishing touches to my outfit are my collar with the tag 'Owned by Master Jon' along with a leash that is attached to the collar and allowed to drop down between my breasts. The end of the leash conveniently finishes at the confluence of my two legs. Anybody looking for the end is going to be staring directly at my locked pussy. Master then produces a pair of black high heel shoes that I put on.
"Master, I know we are going to a BDSM club but I can't go out in public like this," I worriedly tell him.
"No, I know. Put your long coat on and then nobody will be able to see what you're wearing but be warned, that's all you're wearing inside the club. I want to show you off!"
"Yes Master," is my only reply.
It takes us about an hour to drive across town to the club and pulling into the parking area, Master turns to me with further instructions.
"OK Susan, this is all going to feel a little intimidating to you but don't worry, I will be keeping an eye on you. There are only two types of people inside, Dominants and Submissives. The submissives will be dressed similarly to yourself or possibly with even less on and the Dom's will be fully dressed. As my submissive, you will be recognised as being owned by me so nobody should take liberties with you. The tail plug and lock will also help in that regard."
"Master, what should I do if a Dom instructs me to do something?" I ask nervously.
"While we are inside, at all times be respectful to the Dominants. If it's within your powers to obey their instruction then do so. This is very important. Some of them have a high opinion of themselves and certainly won't take kindly to insolent or disobedient submissives. This means keeping a lid on your sarcasm too."
Oh boy, Master is making it sound like we are about to walk into the lion's den. I understand Master's desire to show me off but I am not entirely sure I am quite ready for this. Our D/S journey together has been interesting and exciting. I have accepted both my sister Sally and her Master Tim as being part of that journey but I am not sure I am ready to plunge deeper into the world of D/S.
His final words of wisdom to me are "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
With that, we both get out of the car and head to a rather large ornate door and opening it find ourselves in the foyer of BTP. There are two naked females there who relieve us of our coats before hurrying away to hang them somewhere. Master is now standing in his evening suite and I am standing slightly behind him effectively naked except for the few leather straps I am wearing.
My breasts are being lifted and pushed outward by straps running directly under them and around my armpits. Two further straps run directly up each inner thigh effectively creating a V shape that my locked pussy is sitting in. Whilst I cannot see my tail plug I can feel it occasionally swishing across the back of my legs and can feel the two straps that run up my butt crack firmly holding it in place. I am feeling exposed.
Master takes hold of my leash and guides me towards two inner doors which are opened for us by what I assume are two male submissives both naked but sporting complicated cock cages. I can only imagine how painful that could be should they get aroused.
Inside we are met by a young female dressed very similarly to me who indicates we should follow her. Master follows her and I follow Master being led by the leash which Master holds slackly. We pass several occupied tables and at first, I feel extremely self-conscious knowing I am effectively naked and sporting a tail from my behind which would indicate I am anally plugged. That said it doesn't take me long to realise that compared to some, I may be overdressed!
Eventually, we arrive at what must be our table and the young girl pulls out a chair for Master. Opposite is my chair and conscious of my tail, I reach around pulling it to one side as I gingerly sit down on my plug.
"Master," I ask. "Are all these people either submissives or dominants?"
"Well most are, but there are some here that are more into fetish, bondage, slavery etc. I am sure you will be able to work it out across the night. You shouldn't see anything overtly sexual though as there are side rooms where people can play out their fantasies."
"Will we be going into any of those rooms Master?" I worriedly ask.
"Not tonight we wont Susan. Now calm down and enjoy the evening."
I gingerly sit back, legs pressed very firmly together and watch the goings on in a very large room. There is a small band playing and I watch people on the dance floor most of whom are in varying stages of undress. I notice that there is a lot of intimate touching and feeling of both male and female submissives.
