The club was lit by candlelight for this special night. The unveiling of a new submissive for a trained master was indeed something to celebrate. The audience files in, gathering in chairs around the table she awaits silently on. Many throw a whistle or two her way and still she says nothing. Not a twitch on her face, nor a movement of arms, nothing. She has clearly been very well trained. Her long blonde hair has been pulled back by a leather band, with only a few curled tendrils left free.
She's kneeling on the floor, awaiting her master. Hands placed in front of her, head bowed, the silver of her collar catching the light slightly. Wearing only a leather corset, thong, and heels, she hears him approaching. Shifting ever so slightly, eyes closed, she feels his hand upon her face, turning her upward.
Her mind is reeling; sure, this is a lifestyle she choose to follow- but she never dreamt it would lead her to a stage at a club, putting on a show, as she was now. Tonight was the first of many, her Master had reminded her. If she failed tonight, this lifestyle would be put on the back burner. If she succeeded...Well, then she'd be here nightly for a good long while. The thought of it made her tingle with excitement. There was a downside; The possibility of people she knew finding her out. Mostly she just shrugged it off; almost everyone she knew was so vanilla in the world; The only way they'd find her is if they happened to be lost in the city. The fear of it, though, added to the excitement of performing.
With a sharp pull of her hair, she's on her feet in those wretched heels. "My Pet," he says, pulling her close to him. "Have you been a good girl for me?"
She nods, knowing not to speak directly. It's all part of the act; and she'll have plenty of time to be defiant later.
"Good good..." He says, lightly stroking her face. His finger reaches her lips; instincts kick in and she kisses it slightly, trying to suck him into her mouth, the way she knew he liked.
"Ah, ah, my pet." He whispers, pulling his hand away. "Tonight you will be on display. I will show off to the world my obedient toy. Show them exactly how well I've trained you. Perhaps we'll show them HOW I trained you."
She smiles and nods. Her master places her wrists in shackles and cuffs them together. She is then lifted into the air.
This is the first time she'd ever been in the air. Practice had always meant PRACTICE and she'd stayed out of the shackles until tonight. And now, here she was, dangling a good foot off of the stage, trying not to let the fear show in her face. She just grinned. From this angle, she could make out the faces of the audience and was pleased to see a full house. The seats closest to the table were completely full, and for a moment she was lost in the euphoric sensation of knowing that these people- Male, Female, Young, Old- were all there to see HER submit to Him.
That sensation carried her for a few moments. Until something- or, rather, someone- caught her eye in the audience. The man sat close to the table, relaxing in one of the chairs. His eyes locked on hers, smiling to let her know that he knew exactly who she was.
