I suppose I should start at the beginning, but the beginning wasn't a very good start for me. I hadn't had good luck with Mistresses, because the ones I chose required a high tolerance for pain. And I wasn't one for being bruised and decorated with welts. So, I I'll start the night I met Mistress Katherine.
It was a private club in Chicago that I had attended with previous Dommes. Oh, my ex- Dommes were there on occasion, and they respected my privacy. I wasn't talked about disrespectfully (that I know of). But others knew me there already; especially the female subs. We would sit on the couch in one corner of the dungeon and talk until one (or more) was snatched away to play. Sometimes I was invited by their Domme to join in, always with the discussion of what would be done beforehand, unless they knew me.
Well, this was a Friday night. I was not wearing leather (well, on the outside, anyway) as I belonged to no one at the moment, but I was wearing tan pleated dress pants and a white shirt open to the middle of my chest and un-tucked (as was the least to be expected of a submissive male here).
This club was my favorite. It was dimly lit, and when you entered, the first thing you saw was the lobby. The lobby was graced by a long, non-alcoholic bar. Immediately in front of the bar was a seating area, with couches, cushioned chairs and a few tables. The shiny black linoleum floor was speckled with throw rugs for subs that sat next to, or at their dominants feet. As a rule, the chairs were used by Dommes and the couches were for subs, unless a Dominant decided otherwise and took a seat on the couch. In this case, it was usually to gather more than one sub to them. Subs rarely took to the chairs unless there was no more room and generally vacated them quickly if a Dominant requested (or even got close for some).
To the left corner, was the first play room. This one was for bondage-style play, with ringed tables and horses, crosses, frames and open areas for simple tying with ropes or leather. In the far corner ahead, there was the medical and water play rooms. The far right offered a number of smaller rooms with bondage furniture that could be moved about. The rooms also offered fasteners on the walls. There were doors on these rooms that made play very private and personal.
Tonight, there were more new faces than usual. One especially caught my eye. She was at the bar talking to another Mistress. She was a submissive's walking wet dream. The only place I'd seen someone that looked that beautiful, wearing that type of outfit, was in a Domination Magazine. She was sitting at the end of the bar closest to the sub couch, and the Domme she was talking to was at the end of the bar. She was beautiful. She had raven black hair, wavy and silky, that flowed to the middle of her back. I could tell, even by the dim light of the bar that her eyes were dark. That was always a weakness for me. I have an uncanny ability to read a lot of people by their eyes, except when they were so dark you could hardly see their pupils. Her face was perfect, with ruby red lipstick that almost glowed.
She was wearing a black and red corset, part leather and part latex. Her breasts were large and fit all so well into the outfit. Then her legs... I have always been a leg man, but again, it's one of my weaknesses. I love oral servitude. The more she demands, the more passionately I serve. This woman's legs were perfect; long, shapely and sexy, wrapped in back, fish-net stockings and shiny red high-heeled leather boots. I know she glanced at me and caught me looking, but just smiled and continued her conversation.
"Hi!"
I was startled out of my stare by a cute little collared blonde.
"Hello there!" I replied, turning to look at her.
She was young. She looked like a college girl. She had bright green eyes and long blonde curly hair to the middle of her back She had a pretty little smile and a VERY sexy petite body wrapped up in a leather bra and miniskirt that could not help but reveal a tiny view of red panties. I caught myself and looked back up at her.
"I'm Abrielle," she said "and you are?"
"I'm Devoue," I replied, "nice to meet you!"
Abrielle reached up and ran her fingers through my hair looking at it. "I like your hair! Most Mistresses like long hair on male submissives."
"Thank you! I'll take that as a compliment. And I REALLY love your hair. I love long hair to begin with, and your curls are really nice."
She blushed a little and smiled. "Mistress likes to curl my hair." She put her hand down with the other in her lap. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure!" I replied.
"Well a couple of things," she said grinning sheepishly. "I can't believe you're not collared. Do you have a Mistress here?"
The question caught me a little by surprise. Usually subs would talk about other things and not get personal so quickly; but this one was bubbly, and I could see it was just her personality.
"No, actually, My last Mistress and I parted about 3 weeks ago."
"Ah! So you're here looking for a Domme!" she quipped.
I flinched at her question, but replied "Well, I'm visiting. I used to come here often. If I happen to meet a Domme, I may be...."
"That's cool!" she interrupted, "I usually don't see too many un-collared male subs in these places. Not that we come to these places often. I don't think we go out to clubs often enough, well I don't come along often enough anyway. Sometimes Mistress will take one of the others. But I really don't mind too much because we can find other things to do, or Mistress will give us things to do while she's gone. I..." She stopped for a second, blushed again, realizing she was rambling. "Sorry. Mistress says I go on too much."
I laughed. "It's ok, you're cute and I like talking to you."
Her eyes lit up and she blushed again. "So how old are you, may I ask?"
"I'm 23." I replied.
"One year older than me!" she smiled again. "Do you live in Chicago?"
"You ARE full of questions, aren't you?" .
She got a look of apprehension on her face.
"Oh, I'm not being too nosy, am I?"
I laughed again.
"No, just teasing. I live in the Southwest Suburbs"
"Our house is in the Southwest suburbs!" she said almost bouncing on the couch, "What do you do for a living?"
"I work on computers." I replied.
"Nice!" she said. She sat quietly for a moment, "Excuse me! I'll be right back!"
She got up and headed toward one of the playrooms. I turned back to look at the Domme of my dreams, but she was gone from the bar. I looked around but didn't see her. I'd hoped she hadn't left. In the back of my mind, I seriously doubted she would accept me, anyway. Not necessarily because of my looks, because I was an athletic young guy at the time, but because of my limits. After being turned down on a few occasions and released twice, I was used to rejection; but I enjoyed the club, just because of the D/s, BDSM atmosphere and the occasional invitation to play.
I sat back on the couch, took a deep breath, put my head back and enjoyed the view.
"Hi again!"
This time Abrielle flew over the back of the couch next to me and bounced on the seat. She startled me again.
"Well, hello again!" I laughed.
She looked down and bit her lip as if she was nervous.
"I asked my Mistress to come and meet you. I hope you don't mind!"
"Of course not!"
It would be interesting to see who owned this little hand grenade waiting for a place to explode.
She jumped to her feet. "Here she comes already... that was fast..."
I also stood to my feet. I couldn't believe it. The Domme approaching us from the play room was the one I was admiring; her hips swaying gracefully as she grew closer. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I could hear her heels click on the linoleum as she came nearer to us. She stopped in front of me, standing silently. I could see her stockings and red boots, one turned outward slightly. I waited for permission to speak.
"Hmmmmmmm...." She said, and began walking around me. She finished her walk around and stopped again. "Hello, love. What's your name?"
"Devoue, My Lady, most call me Dev."
She put her fingernails under my chin and raised my head.
"You may look at me when I'm talking to you. I prefer it" she said calmly.
I looked up and into her eyes. They were so dark and deep that I felt as if my soul had been drawn into them in the single glance. I went weak. In seconds that small Domme smile appeared on her face. She knew I was under her control already, simply with her gaze.
She moved very close, her head tilting forward slowly, looking down into my eyes as I stood transfixed on hers. She moved her hand from under my chin, placed her nails gently behind my ear and dragged her nails down my neck, across and up behind the other ear. This sensation combined with her sensual, controlling stare made me draw a slow deep breath. Her perfume filled my nostrils, only adding to her control. I began to tremble. I knew I was being tested.
She smiled wider. "Amusing, love. Do you know what Devoue, means in French?"
Her breath was minty and cool. I almost whispered, a combination of apprehension, her control and her closeness.
"No, My Lady, I don't."
I actually never knew it meant anything.
She brushed the back of her hand against my cheek lightly.
"It means "dutiful", love; Obedient, compliant, loyal. Is that what you are?"
I swallowed. Her control was incredible. I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.
"I am, My Lady." I whispered.
