I'm all dressed up or rather barely dressed at all. My collar is around my neck, stocking, garters, heels, and a see through short dress with buttons down the front is all I have on. While Master is dressed as he is normally, although I can tell he's excited for tonight. I'm excited but so nervous too, as this is the very first time that I have been out in public dressed in so very little, so revealing of our relationship. Of course Master wouldn't tell me where we are headed but then again he rarely does, but I knew it was special.
He pulls into a warehouse district and slows down in front of a building with quite a few cars in front of it for the time of night that it was. He pulls up next to another car and kills the engine, "I expect you to behave like my good slut tonight, no back talking, no sassiness, and only call me Sir or Master. Is that understood pet?"
"Yes Sir!" knowing he wouldn't be telling me this if it wasn't important. I am growing more nervous by the minute, but I always do with new situations. We get out of the car and I shiver in the thin dress, "Yes, we better get you in the warmth before they get a frozen pet and not a hot slut."
He attaches a small chain to my collar and we make our way to the door, there's a bouncer at the entrance but once Master gave him a card we were inside. All around us are others, some in collars or chains and others holding the other end. Both Masters and Mistresses, male and female subs, sitting down around tables or dancing on the floors. Different styles of clothing or lack there of, from leather to lace, everyone was different. There are a few small stages around one with a chair bolted to the middle, another a pole and the last one a table also bolted down, currently no one was on them.
He leads me to the bar and orders a couple of drinks for us, whisky & coke for him and sex on the beach for me, then he leads me to a table with a couple of chairs. As we approach the table I see Master put out an arm and stop me from sitting in the chair, "Pets are to sit at their Master's feet." And he points down to cushions around the tables. I understand, and take a seat below him and watch as more people filter into the area, for a warehouse on the outside, the inside was much like any club in the middle but there was door leading off of the main area.
It seemed that most everyone came together; I hadn't seen anyone enter alone although I had seen a few come in with two subs. As I sipped on my drink I would look up to Master for assurance and I always got a smile, wink or kiss from him. As it got a bit later a few Masters and Mistresses would come up and comment to Master, sometimes I would hear them like "She's a fine one," or "When are you up?" and sometimes I wouldn't. I was curious as hell but I knew better than to ask, Master wouldn't tell me and it could be deemed as sassiness. And tonight I was trying to be the best I could for Master.
Suddenly the music was cut and a voice came over the speaker, "We will be starting the shows soon, we just wanted to welcome and welcome back to all of our patrons. Remember only touch if given permission, no cutting is allowed, no recording and everything stays here. Otherwise enjoy yourselves and let them begin." I looked around and saw that everyone looked to the stages as the music started again.
Master bent down and whispered, "Anyone is allowed to go up on the stage in turn, but I already signed you up for the one with the pole. You will be on soon so watch carefully." My heart was hammering and I flipped to watch the stage with the stripper pole in the middle. A fiery girl came out; her hair dyed bright red on the ends black by the scalp. She wore a bright blue corset, blue and black thong and black boots. She sundered onto the stage as 'Bad girlfriend' started and moved to the beat. She twirled round the pole and started teasing the crowd; I noticed her corset was easily removed as she started pulling it apart. I tried to remember everything she did with the pole so that I could copy it later, but she was very interesting to watch and when the song ended she was left in her boots as she took a very deep bow. Then I saw her Master come up on the stage with her clothes in hand, helped her down and gave her a drink. Master was up and pulled up on my chain to follow him, "You are on just after this next one, and you must get ready to come out on stage."
My heart jumps to my throat and I can only hear it in my ears, walking right next to the stage he talks to the DJ and they share a joke about it being my first time. Right as the guy on the stage is finishing Master whispers to me, "You are to take off the dress but leave on the garters. Do me proud slut, just like you do at home." He unclips the leash and he gives me a slap on the butt to push me toward the stage. The DJ calls out to me, "You're going to 'Good girls go bad'."
I know this song and as soon as it starts I close my eyes, take a deep breath and step onto the stage. Everything gets easier as I bounce to the music and strut to the pole, going up and down on it like I would normally dance. Then as I'm going around the edge I start unbuttoning the front of my dress making my way back to the pole. As I get to the last couple of buttons I feel that the dress would fall off right now so instead I jump up and grab the pole kicking the dress off. The crowd thrills me with their sounds of joy at my boldness and I pull out the stops bending down and then all the way back showing off my pussy. I twirl around the pole and then end as I spin to the floor. I get a round of clapping and then Master is there to take me off stage. I feel the leash go back onto my collar and he has my dress in his arms.
