Chapter 02: The Club
Janice was going out of town again on business. She hated to leave me. For some reason she was super insecure. So I gave her a little assignment. I asked he to write down three sexual things she wanted to try but never had. I told her I'd do the same and we'd compare see about fulfilling all of them.
When her email arrived, I was amazed to see our first two fantasies were identical, more or less.
Janice listed watching another couple have sex, not on a video screen but live in person, and not necessarily heterosexual. Number two, she wanted others to watch us have sex. She wanted men stroking off while they watched us, women strumming their clits, a chorus of moans while they watched me fuck her good and hard. And lastly, disarmingly, she wanted everyone to know she belonged to me. She knew our relationship had to be a secret, she being my boss, but she was tired of having to hide it from the world.
I had an idea how we could make those top two happen, and maybe her number three as well, in a way, all in one fell swoop.
I suggested it to Janice one morning in her office while we were waiting for a conference call. She looked great in a skirt suit I'd picked out for her, no stockings, and only a black g-string teddy underneath. "A sex club?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh huh." I said, "We could go, watch other people fuck, let them watch us, and they'll all know you're mine."
Her reaction surprised me. "Perfect," she said. I told her I'd found a place on the web, sort of a mix between a sex club and dance club. I showed her the web page while the conf call got underway and she nodded, smiling, saying into the speaker phone, "Oh yes, we're very excited to have your business. I hope we can iron out the details today." Then she covered the phone mic and whispered in my ear, "I'm already wet thinking about it."
I'd never been to a club, but she had, with her old master, whom we'd started referring to as the jerk. So she said she had a outfit, but I'd need to get one. "You can't go in street clothes, Sir," she said, "even though you're hot."
She took me to a place downtown, and we picked out a pair of leather boots and leather slacks for me. "That's all you need," she said. The slacks and boots fit perfectly, hugging my ass and thighs. I had no shirt, which Janice said was exactly right. She smiled when she saw me. I could see it in her eyes even before she said it. "Oh my god...Sir, you look amazing."
I have to say I felt a kind of power. I was wearing the uniform. I was a Dom. It felt good.
We went back to her place to get ready for our night at the sex club. Janice went in to change and came out of her room completely covered from neck to stilletto boots in a trenchcoat. I asked to see her outfit, but she demurred. She said, "I'd like to surprise you, Sir."
"Alright, girl," I said.
We didn't say anything on the way to the club. I think we were both very nervous. We parked and had to walk a few blocks, but in our long coats we might have been headed anywhere.
The doorway was unmarked, in a dark alley. I led Janice inside.
Beyond the door was a short black corridor. A big guy sat on a stool next to a door. As we approached, he asked for ID and for our coats. I handed him mine, and then turned to watch as Janice slid hers off her shoulders.
She was topless, her incredible tits proud and firm and capped with rock hard nipples. A pair of leather panties plunged in the front and left the lower half of her ass uncovered in the back, leaving little to the imagination.
But what surprised me was the studded collar around her neck, and the short, silver leash hanging down between her tits. She smiled and handed me the leash. "No matter what happens there, everyone will know I belong to you, Master."
I was churning inside, partly because she was incredibly sexy, but mostly because, unbelievably, she was mine.
