Play Date Part 1: The Pit
The club was dark as we entered, the shadow's seeming to go on forever until my eyes adjusted and I saw what might have been heaven for one group of people or the horrors of a Hieronymus Bosch painting for another. A smile a mile wide played across my face as my Mistress, Ms. Jane, led me through the door and into the darkness. Ms. Jane looked stunning that night in her knee length black skirt and white button-up blouse, her heels a black leather and her long brunette hair up in a bun held together by a pair of bronze hairsticks. The rounded curves of her body readily apparent to anyone that would gaze in her direction.
The leash in her right hand pulled taut at the pink leather collar attached to my neck and I followed her through the dimly lit house of debauchery. The entire place smelled of leather, not new leather either but of leather that's been soaked through and through with sweat. As soon as we walked into the door I could feel every eye in the place on us, masters and slaves alike, we were being measured and tested for our worth. I felt a foot tall in the little black dress that my Mistress had chosen for me to wear that evening, every sound in the place seemed to stop as all I could hear were the clicks of my Mistress's and my own heels on the floor. My Mistress didn't slow a step though, she continued through the stares and stared right back at a few, a look of indifference and sometimes amusement played across her face as she led me to the rear of the club and a small table overlooking the circular play area set up in the center of the room.
My eyes immediately focused onto the play area as I instinctively pulled out Ms. Jane's chair, there seemed to be dozens of things going on inside the large circled off area. Half nude men and women being flogged and crawling across the floors, plenty of boot worship and more leather then can be found in any biker bar. A silk clad and woefully underdressed waitress was there as I looked to my Mistress for permission to sit, Ms. Jane nodded at the chair across from her with a smile, I sat in the chair and not where I would have wished, on the floor at her feet. My Mistress must have known what I was thinking or saw the sadness in my eyes as she said, "Amber, you can sit on the floor all you want at home. I don't want you getting that cute dress dirty."
The waitress didn't even blink as I replied, "Yes Ms. Jane" but only waited for a moment before asking my Mistress what we would have to drink, Ms. Jane didn't look towards me as she ordered herself a vodka tonic and me a lemonade. The young waitress slipped back through the crowd as I focused my attention back on the multitude of people playing in the pit, as I began to think of it. My eyes locked onto a lady with a softly curved body and long grey hair. She was wearing a pair of thigh high shiny leather boots and had nearly a half dozen men on there knees licking them. My Mistress smiled as she saw what I was watching before pointing out another group of players to me.
An older gentleman in a nice brown suit was standing over a kneeling girl in a backless tank top and dark red leather pants so tight they could have been painted on, you could see red lines across her back where he was bringing down the heavy flogger. The girls breath was heavy and her shoulder length brown hair was hanging around her face, before her back arched and her head flew around sending her hair flying through the air as the man brought the heavy leather strands down across her. I bit my lip knowing that I was blushing at the sight of the beautiful girl being so sensually flogged. She was practically glowing as she displayed the marks left upon her by the lashing to the rest of the room, I watched her lashing until she kissed the handle of the beautiful flogger and then stood up and they left the pit and disappeared back into the dimly lit drinking area.
There were many similar scenes going on in the pit and it was hard for me to tear my eyes away as our drinks came and we thanked the young lady. My Mistress reached across the table and unattached the leash that was still attached to my collar and rolling it up she placed it inside her purse before taking a sip of her drink. "Sweety," She said, "Don't watch the play too hard, remember to keep your eyes open for Dianne too."
"Yes Ma'am" I answered back to her as I tore my eyes away from a male slave who was being tied and displayed in a very odd way by his male master. Ms. Dianne is a very old friend of my Mistress's, they met each other in college and from what I've heard from listening to them talk is that they've been on again off again lovers for a couple of decades now. Ms. Dianne is blonde and stands at least six feet without heels, I've never seen her without heels. She has one of those lean long legged bodies that still had curves. She also has a slave a little older then me, maybe twenty-four or twenty-five, his name is Brian and he's pretty for a boy. He has blonde hair that reaches down to his shoulders which is usually parted at the middle and feathered giving him a very feminine look and a lean body with long legs. He'd look good in heels and stockings I bet.
"Mistress," I took a sip of my lemonade before asking, "Why are we meeting Ms. Dianne here instead of at home?" I liked Ms. Dianne, when ever she came over I always cooked a large dinner and would serve them as they just talked and laughed for hours. Those were always fun nights because after she left my Mistress would take me to her bed and use me thoroughly or sometimes she would stay and I would please both of them.
"Well, It's a special night Amber." She answered as she traced the condensation coming off the side of her glass with her fingernail. "We kind of have a play date set up."
I bit my lip to hide my smile and looked back over the pit with the dozens of players, I was blushing from head to toe as my imagination took flight. What kind of play date? What does my Mistress have planned for me? Will we be down in the pit?
She ignored my blush and continued, "We've been wanting to get the four of us together for awhile now."
My eye's opened wide as I heard her say it and my back stiffened ram rod straight, her eye's also widened in surprise and worry. "What's wrong sweety?" She asked.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, It's just I thought I heard you say the four of us."
"I did Amber. Dianne is bringing Brian, we've been wanting to play together like this for awhile now."
Taking a sip of my lemonade I try and hide my shock but my eye's, like usual, gave me away. Ms. Jane watched me carefully for a moment before going on, "Amber sweety, This will be fun. You're my little Princess, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." I found my breath hearing her words as she asked. "How do you say Princess in Spanish?"
"Fresa, Ms. Jane" I smiled.
"Tu es me fresa." She told me as she looked me in the eyes and I couldn't help but giggle back at her and the sentiment that she conveyed through her very broken Spanish. Around her I felt like more then a princess. What princess was ever tied to the wall and teased with feather and tongue for hours? What princess ever finds herself kneeling at the feet of a goddess?
I was more then nervous at the prospect of playing with Brian, I was terrified. I had been with boys before and I had enjoyed it but that was a long time ago, long before I had met my Mistress, it felt like a lifetime ago. In my mind I was praying that Ms. Dianne would come without Brian or even call and cancel outright, I felt horrible for it knowing that this is what Ms. Jane wants but not looking forward to it myself. I was almost shaking with fear as I asked permission to excuse myself to the restroom. Ms. Jane had no objection as I stood and walked across the bar area, once again feeling the hard stare of the room.
Looking around the bar as I walked, I saw that the play had started to overflow out of the pit, and there were at least a half dozen scenes going on in the bar area alone. I stopped for a second to watch a group of men being led around on there hands and knees by a younger woman, there were fake tails attached to there leather pants and their hair was full of bows. The pretty young woman smiled at me as she led her troupe of dog men down into the pit, the final man wiggling his tail.
I finally made it into the restroom and looking into the mirror I ran my hands through my long brown hair, being careful not to pull out the three hand made spiraled curls. Reaching into a box on the counter I soaked a paper towel and held it to my forehead trying to calm my nerves. I held it there as long as I could, trying to calm myself and have a little more trust in Ms. Jane. I knew she would never do anything that would hurt me, but I would've liked to have been told what we were coming here for.
I bit my lip trying to fight back the tears, knowing that it would ruin my eyeliner and that I didn't have any make up with me to fix it if it did. I dropped the towel into the trash and stood up straight, running my hands along my dress pulling it tight to my body. Looking at myself in the mirror, I forced a smile on my face and said out loud. "Go get'em Chica." Just at the saying of it I burst out laughing, my nerves almost instantly becoming unfrazzled.
