By the time I finish, a simple smoky eye and soft loose curls flow down my back, I hear a knock at the door. Rushing to it heels clicking against the floor, I open to a large suited gentleman with a small grin.
"Hello Miss, I was requested to pick you up and have you on time, so I may be a few minutes early. I hope you don't mind," he muttered with a slight nervousness.
I giggle and tell him it's fine, collecting my few things I need and looping my arm in his, watching him stand up straighter as a smile of pride glows upon his rosy cheeks.
"Yes ma'am, we're off then?" He asks. A small nod and "yes, Sir" as we whisk down the halls to the car he drove in. At the entrance of the dorm, sits a town car running and ready for us to go. He drops me at the Ritz and I followed instructions with getting the key and going to the sitting area in the room. I wasn't there five minutes before Jack walks out of the bedroom and smiles at me as he straightens his tie, helping me up and leading me out the door.
As we enter I watch Him lead her to the stage. She looks up at him with adoring devotion, and his Dominance is tangible by every submissive soul. They turn to face each other, and at his command, she gracefully falls to her knees. Her bum resting on her heels as her thighs spread and her hands fall weightlessly to rest in her lap, palms up. Her chin raises almost defiantly as her eyes stay downcast in submission. His broad square shoulders flex in his suit as his arms cross and rest lightly behind his hips. Then, His armor breaks ever so slightly, as the corner of his mouth curves into a smile of pride to her. My breath catches, as my mind begins to race.
Do Dominant figures feel the same adoration as subs do?
Does He know how she feels?
Does it radiate to her in the same way it radiates from her?
I look up at Sir, biting my lip nervously, wondering if I'm going to be expected to demonstrate anything.
He looks down and smiles softly, leaning and whispering against my ear, "no worries, babygirl. You're just a spectator tonight."
A sigh of relief runs through me as I let him lead me over to a small table with one other couple, His hand at the small of my back is the only thing propelling me further into the room. As I sit I look over to another platform in the room. This one being occupied by two incredibly lovely women, one dressed to the nines in a floor length gown, the other in a matching slip dress. The assumed Mistress circled her pet slowly, dragging the tip of a crop up and down her arms and legs as she went. Her pet looking straight ahead, a small tremble beginning to break over her lean body, as she ran her tongue over her lower lip. This small reaction, going unnoticed by some, did not to her Mistress. A sound smack to the back of her thigh, pulled a gasp out of her that it seemed even she hadn't expected. A quiet chuckle as the Mistress offers her hand, her pet taking it quietly, head down, dismayed. She leads her to the edge of the platform, having her bend over the edge of the prop table. Pulling her dress up around her hips herself, she reaches and grasps the far edge of the table stretching across its smooth lacquered surface. Once again the crop slides along her thighs, leaving only to leave a resounding smack against her ass. Alternating sides and locations, the cringing pet's thighs and bum begin to glow with a warm rosy tint, sending a shiver up my spine. Directing my attentions back over to the Man and his lovely submissive, he silently gives her signals as she moves through her poses and tasks, almost rhythmically as she fluidly bends and melds at His whim.
As I sit and watch, mesmerized by their connection, I feel a heavy hand on my thigh. I don't take notice to it, assuming Sir was in charge of said hand, until it started sliding further up my leg. Squirming away, my attention still taken, a snap pulls me away from the couple. Looking up I see him, suit fitting sharply, the line of his jaw hard and set, his hands in fists at his sides.
