Chapter One
After a lovely weekend with Everett, it was back to school and work for the rest of the week. As before, he would text me and tell me what to wear each day. In turn, I would text him a picture of what I looked like before leaving. We had fallen into a nice routine. I continued to journal my thoughts and sent them to him for review. Some of the nights at work, he would visit and we'd get to see each other. One of those nights, he told me that he was going to take me to The Pit. He explained that The Pit was a lifestyle club that he was a member of.
Everett told me that it would be my "coming out" party and I would be his special guest. The date was Saturday the 16th of June.
"Daddy, that's my birthday!" I squealed.
"Oh, then we will have to make it that much more special babygirl."
The rest of the week dragged by. The only solace were the tasks that Daddy had me do. One of them was my continued to wear suggestive clothing to school. I was beginning to get some attention for my attire, or rather, what they were revealing. Several of the guys in my classes were stopping me and wanting to talk. Some of them even asked me out. Of course, I politely declined but thanked them for asking. I kept Daddy updated on these conversations. He encouraged me to continue to interact with them.
Matt had walked me home a few times. I had helped him with some papers of his several semesters ago. He was always a gentleman, but clearly was interested in something else. I would always catch him staring at my breasts or placing a hand on my behind, if I would stumble in my heels. It was nice, and I became used to his touch. We never did anything that would be called sexual, but it would leave me stimulated. These kinds of interaction made the week go by a little faster.
It was my time alone at home that would drag on. My roommates continued to asks questions about Everett. I finally admitted to them that we were "dating." They seemed impressed. Both Carol and Jill, would try to get more information out of me all the time. It was interesting, we had hardly spoke much until they had noticed my change in attire, and especially after they met Everett.
As the day drew nearer, my imagination was running in overdrive. I kept thinking about what it would be like to go to a lifestyle club. He had describe what the place looked like, and some of the activities that happened there. He told me that there would be submissive's with their Dom's or Domme'. Sometimes, there would Dom/Domme's alone, or submissives alone. That many played, using the equipment. That play was both public and private. There were monitors, people who were paid by the club to keep an eye on all play, to make sure that everything was safe, sane, and consensual.
The thought of playing in front of others was a bit scary for me, but yet I would feel aroused when I thought of it. I even had a dream about it one night. I was naked, hung by my hands with a rope. My feet barely touching the ground. Daddy was giving me some lashes with a flogger. I could hear the "uhs" and "ahs" from the crowd. The flogger would stripe my front and back. When he had sufficiently reddened my breasts, he came close and lifted my leg. He removed his cock and plunged it into my wet and waiting pussy, his pussy.
I woke up that morning with drenched sheets. My chest flushed and nipples hard. I texted him about the dream. He said that it was pretty close to what does go on there. I could not get The Pit out of my mind. I was really looking forward to going. My only resignation was, would I perform well enough to please him, and not be a disappointment.
Saturday night finally came. Everett had texted me what to wear. I put on my black corset that left my breasts exposed, but lifted. I wore thigh high stockings with 6" heels. I was instructed to wear a full raincoat to cover me, until we were in the club. When I texted my picture, he sent back his usual warm compliment.
My roomies cornered me before I could leave. They were asking what was going on. I told them that Everett was taking me out for my birthday. In their now more curious way, they wanted to know where I was going and why I was wearing a raincoat. I told them, it was a bit cool, so thought I'd wear a jacket to cover my dress. I told them I was going to a club for dancing. It didn't put them off for a second. When Carol asked to see my dress, I told her it was nothing special.