Chapter 29
The doorbell rang while Rob and Michelle were talking. Cathy called them down to eat the dinner they'd ordered in. Rob quickly dressed in stockings and maid's uniform, deciding to wear even a bra this evening.
After dinner, Rob cleared away the dishes then went upstairs. Half an hour later, Michelle came up to change. After she was dressed in a corset, stockings and leather short-shorts, she called him into her room. Opening her travel beauty case, she took out some lipstick, eye-shadow and mascara and started to apply some light make-up on his face. When she was done, Rob's face was somewhat more feminine. She didn't exaggerate it, not enough to draw attention, just a bit more protection from quick glances. Anyone who spent the time to look at his face closely was sure to see he wasn't a woman after all.
"You seem to be okay with the butt plug now," Michelle observed.
"Oh, I took it out. Not going to pile a bunch of new things together, are we?"
Michelle said nothing. She disapproved of him taking an action like this without at least consulting her. According to Helena's plans the plug would be part of his uniform for all visits to clubs like this. Rob ignored her silence, he felt no reason to defend his decision. He'd learned a lot in the past few days. He'd had been fun, to be sure, but it also had a lot to take in.
Since Rob had no idea where they were going, Michelle drove his car. He liked sitting in the passenger seat. It was easier to make himself comfortable, his bum still uncomfortable if he stayed in one position too long. He'd been hit a lot over the past few days. He had a clear view of Michelle's long legs, clad in dark hose and black boots.
After about an hour they were driving through an area of industrial estates. It seemed to Rob she was familiar with their route. He understood they were in the outskirts of Northampton, but didn't know exactly where she was taking them. Michelle turned from a main road onto a side street, a high wall soon appeared along the side of the street. She quickly reached iron gates in the wall, standing open. She turned to drive through the gate, stopping at a newer gate inside the wall. She pulled to a box and punched a code into the keypad. A motor hummed as the gate rolled off to the side. She drove further into the area surrounded by the high walls.
Rob said nothing to Michelle, but he recognized the place, the reverse view from his departure. This was the location of the horrible scene with Iris, after he'd been kidnapped. He said nothing, but quietly took a deep breath to calm himself. He had no reason to doubt Michelle's good will, he told himself. He decided to simply stay alert.
Another gate attached to a fence between two buildings opened as they approached it. Behind the fence there were guards, dressed all in black and holding the leashes of alert watchdogs. Michelle explained it was mainly for show, but the security did help assure there would be no intruders. She turned left, through an open warehouse door and parked inside the building. Rob recognized the expensive cars parked indoors from his last visit: a Bentley and a Rolls Royce, a few Jaguars, Italian sports cars and dozens of Mercedes and BMWs.
Michelle escorted Rob across the parking area to a set of double doors in the wall. Once through those doors, they were in a vestibule at the event venue. The entry was dark, uninviting. The only light was diffused over the wall above the doors before them. Michelle took his hand, leading him up a few steps to a double, wooden door with a lighted doorbell beside it. Michelle pressed the button. After a tiny delay the doors swung inward. At a glance, the place looked like a hotel lobby, the lighting not bright but satisfactory.
Looking around slowed his steps. Michelle misinterpreted his slower pace. "Come, Rob. Don't hesitate." Tugging at his hand, she led him inward. The doors closed behind them. To their left, a woman dressed in black approached them to take care of their coats. She wore a long black skirt and a blue satin blouse, the buttons left open to her waist, leaving exposed the lacy push-up bra giving her a deep cleavage. She handed their coats to a woman behind the counter, dressed in a French maid costume similar to how Rob was dressed. He looked at her, wondering if this was a woman or man like himself. He saw no hints; the maid didn't look up, didn't speak at all.
The woman in satin was looking him over. As soon as he looked back to her, she turned her attention to Michelle. "Hello, Michelle." The two ladies exchanged kisses on the cheek.
"Sarah, I'd like to introduce Rob. He is my guest tonight, here just to look around and learn."
Sarah offered him her hand and Rob didn't know anything else to do but to give her a slight kiss on her fingers.
"Aren't you well-mannered!" Sarah was delighted.
"He can be, when he's in the right mood." Michelle replied with a touch of irony. She'd seen him worse in recent weeks.
"Well, I won't keep you. Do enjoy your visit, Rob, and don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions. I'll be here at the desk all night."
"Thank you, ma'am." Rob remembered to speak politely.
Beyond the coat check, the foyer was larger than he'd expected from the exterior. Along the wall there was seating, a few doors led to other rooms. In the center was a stair, looking much like the grand staircase of an expensive hotel, leading up to large glass door. As Michele and Rob went up the stair, Rob could begin to see through the glass doors people socializing, some holding drinks.
Michelle waited for Rob to open a door for her. This room looked like a hotel bar, except larger. The room was filled with people dressed in all kinds of outfits. Some of the people were clearly Masters or Mistresses, others were obviously their bottoms, slaves or subs. Whatever, Rob thought, they were all here because they wanted to be.
Michelle was greeted immediately upon entering. In contrast Rob was ignored completely. He got some curious looks, but no one spoke to him; they all saw Michelle's collar and evidently it was enough to prevent even questions.
On the left was the bar, with a woman bartending. A waitress was serving the guests. These two people were dressed ordinarily, as if working in a hotel bar. At the far end were large windows, running ten or twelve feet tall from floor to ceiling. Rob walked over to the windows. There he saw what he had expected: the windows overlooked a lower area with all kinds of devices erected. Some were unfamiliar, others he knew all too well: X-crosses, whipping benches, all kinds of examination chairs, several thrones on which Mistresses or Masters were sitting to receive homage from slaves. People were scattered all over the huge room, busy doing their own thing. Some appeared to following orders from another who stood over them. Others appeared to be getting instruction.
As Rob looked over the spectacle below, Michelle came to stand next to him.
"You may bring us some refreshments." She spoke in a quiet voice. "Please bring me coffee, you can take whatever you like provided it's not alcoholic, alcohol is allowed only to those who remain up here in the lounge. I will take you down to the floor for a tour in a few minutes."
From the way she spoke to him, Rob suddenly realized Michelle didn't want to be overheard by other people. She was doing him a favor, he in turn was obliged to protect her status and defer to her as in the normal Mistress slave relationship. It was odd she hadn't made it plain. It was obvious now; everybody knew her as the most feared Mistress, the one who demanded the most from her slaves and subs, the one who taught BDSM. No doubt there were men here who would crawl at her feet, kiss her boots, worship the ground she walked on. Those men were powerful in their normal life, it wouldn't be proper for them to see Rob meant more to her than all these, more influential men.
Rob dipped his slowly head down, then back up. "Yes, Mistress." His words earned him a quick smile and a nod from Michelle. He went to the bar and ordered two coffees.
He dared to ask her, "you're not a top or bottom or whatever?"
She gave him a smile, pouring the coffee into two cups on a tray. "No, darling, I just have a job to do. I'm involved in these games. Although, now I've seen them, I'm more curious. You're new here?" She and passed the tray across the bar.
"My first visit. Observe and learn, my Mistress says."
A tall woman clad as a strict Mistress stepped beside him. "Are you allowed to talk to just anyone like this?" Her voice was accusing, as though she had caught him misbehaving.
Rob took an instant to suppress his anger. "Mistress, I have permission to speak with the people here."
"Stop it, I don't like it. Speak to no one."
Rob held her eyes, letting several seconds of silence passed before answering. "Mistress, I have no wish to offend you. I'm just having a polite conversation with this bartender. Please do not concern yourself." He turned his back on the Mistress and gave his attention to the bartender, who had followed their conversation with a certain amusement.
The Mistress who had spoken to him walked away rapidly.
The bartender gave him a warning. "You can get into trouble for speaking that way."
Rob smiled. "The worst that can possibly happen is I'm told to leave and never return. I would accept outcome." Thanking her, he carefully lifted the tray and walked back to Michelle. Threading his way through the tables he saw someone sitting at a table with some fellow Masters casually move his foot out in Rob's path. Rob stopped, looked at him coolly. "Your pardon, Sir." He waited until the foot was moved back out of his way.
"Thank you, kind Sir." He took care to have his tone show he was playing along, not serious.
The other men at the table laughed but Rob saw the one who'd blocked his way turn angry.
He continued on unhurriedly. It took but a few steps more to reach Michelle, who watched his arrival with a hint of a smile. "I saw you made a friend."
"He's lucky. My first impulse was to accidentally put a spiked heel into his foot." He grimaced. "It's clear the people here are wealthy and powerful, they're rude enough." When he first entered this room he trusted no harm would be done to him. He could see now dressing as he was made him a target him, inviting random abuse. He didn't think he would tolerate much of it.
This was not how Michelle had hoped things would go. She had thought by giving him a task, he would take on a bit of humility, but the opposite had happened. Now they had to leave the area soon, before things got out of hand.
