They pulled up in front of Club Rosas. A cool breeze was blowing, it was nearly 22:00 and they were dot on time for their appointment.
Bob and Julie walked up to the heavy oak door and she pressed the bell. Almost instantly, the door opened and an attractive man in his early forties smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Hello, please come in. Julie and Bob, first time here, right?" he asked.
"Yes, first time," she replied with a smile. Bob followed her inside. His cock was already bulging in anticipation of the night to come.
9 or 10 people were standing around the bar and the men gazed admiringly as Julie made her entrance. Luxurious long black hair, her sparkling eyes made up with dark mascara, full red lips and a beautiful tan drew attention. Around her neck she wore a thin silver chain, a tiny key dangling at the end, her pet's cock key. She never took it off. Her breasts were tightly enveloped in a smooth red corset, a short tight black leather skirt and shapely silky legs tapered down into a pair of black stiletto heels. A smart black handbag dangled from one red-tipped hand.
"My name's Jose," said the man who had opened the door. "I'm the club master. Why don't you have a drink, relax and then I'll show you around."
"Perfect," she replied, "but first I think my pet ought to get changed, hmmm?" she smiled at Bob, licking her lips suggestively. José looked at her lips with a slightly dazed look in his face.
"The changing rooms are at the end of the hall," said José.
"Off you go darling and please hurry," Julie indicated to Bob with a pat on his arse. He hurried off to change, his erection growing by the minute.
Five minutes later, Bob stood in front of the changing room door, his heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest. He was completely naked except for a black leather jockstrap and studded slave collar around his neck. He took a deep breath, opened the door and walked back into the bar area.
He was greeted by admiring whistles and laughter as he walked back in. Until now, he was the only semi-naked person in the whole place. Julie beckoned him with a seductive smile and he walked up to her, his head down as she had indicated in advance. He saw that she had her usual vodka-juice placed next to her. She took a leash out of her handbag, snapped it onto his collar and held his chin up towards her. "Show everyone how you greet me, pet."
He went down on all fours and started to lick her heels with devotion. The other people stared in admiration at the mistress and her pet.
"Why don't you follow me to the dungeon?" said Jose, "and if you like I can give you a little flogging demonstration."
"What a good idea, come on pet, let's go." She led him by her leash down the steps and into the dungeon.
"Let's try the St. Andrew's cross," Jose said. "It's my favourite."
Julie gave a flick of her head to Bob and he obliged, standing spread-eagled against the cross.
"Perhaps you'd like to help, why don't you fasten his ankles while I do his wrists," José suggested.
"Ooh yes, please," she replied and went to work, bending down provocatively in front of José, her black leather skirt sliding up her arse cheeks and revealing her pussy lips, her clitoris peeping out cheekily. José gulped and started to breathe rather heavily.
Now Bob stood spread-eagled and firmly fastened to the cross, facing her. "Wait, just one last detail," she remarked as she straightened up. She gave him a teasingly wet kiss and snapped off the front of his jockstrap with one hand while gently pulling out his tumescent cock and balls with the other.
"Now you can start to flog him, he looks so much better like this." She walked back and sat down on one of the barstools, drink once more in hand. 4 or 5 others had also entered the dungeon to watch the demonstration.
Jose took out a long, black flogger from the rack and walked up to Bob. "The skill is to start slowly and build up a rhythm," he explained looking at Julie.
"Show me please," she answered smiling ever so sexily at Bob. One of her hands had disappeared under her skirt and had started to massage her by now soaking pussy, she was that turned on.
José flogged him slowly at first, long, soft strokes on his thighs, belly and cock, but steadily upping the rhythm and force. Slowly but surely Bob's cock and balls started to turn a bright shade of red. Bob looked deeply into his mistress' lust filled eyes while he received his flogging, his erection pulsing deliciously at the feel of the leather straps. What aroused him more than anything however was the sensual, teasing smile on Julie's face as she watched him, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she masturbated to the sight of her pet being flogged. Her pleasure gave him pleasure.
José paused and looking at Julie asked, "Would you like to try?"
"No," she purred, "please go on for a bit longer, you do that so well. I'm enjoying it so much. Then I'd like my pet to pleasure me."
"Sure, no problem," he replied with a knowing smile and started flogging Bob again, who writhed in pleasure and pain.
Julie got off the barstool and walked up to Bob. "Time for you to lick my pussy darling, you probably know how horny I am by now," she said pushing her wet, juicy fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean eagerly.
"Can we tie him down on that leather bench over there, face up?" she asked José.
"Of course, I thought you might suggest that," he replied with a grin, trying hard to ignore his own pulsing erection.
Once Bob was strapped down, Julie took her fuck-me-red lipstick out of her handbag and looking down at him with a grin said, "Hmmm I've always wanted to do this, you know, darling" and proceeded to write, "Sex toy" on his belly in big, bold, red letters.
"Would anyone else like to write on my pet?" she asked the 4 or 5 other people who were looking on.
A slim, blonde woman, clad in a leather cat suit came forward. "I would love to," she said with a smile, took Julie's lipstick and scrawled, "Fuck me, please" on Bob's chest.