Talesfromtheclub Master Mischief And Patricia

*Author's Note: While all the Tales from the Club stories are stand alone it is recommended that you read them in the order of publication for greatest effect as some may be continuations of previous ones.*

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Patricia sat at the bar of the club, eyeing a submissive greedily sucking her master's cock under the table. She looked at the scene longingly, wishing she could trade places with her. But nobody would want her, she was sure of it. She hadn't dared to try the selection ceremony for fear of being rejected by the Doms. It was safer to watch anyways. No disappointment that way.

Across the room, Master Mischief was leaning against the wall eyeing her with interest. He saw her here almost every night, watching the others, but he never saw her with anyone. He had asked the Dommes if she was with them, but they hadn't seen her either. It intrigued him why she would pay the money to be here every night just to drink and watch. He had to know more. He walked over to her, his shoulder-length blonde hair hanging loosely around his face and his piercing blue eyes set on his target. He sat down beside her at the bar and ordered a rum and coke. He sipped at it for a few minutes, occasionally looking over at her, and saw she was now watching another pair longingly. He was very intrigued.

"Is something catching your eye?" he asked her, turning to face her.

She looked over at him, seemingly startled that someone was speaking to her.

"Yeah, I suppose," she replied.

"You seem quite interested in the submissives specifically. Why don't you join them?"

"Oh, well, I don't think so. Nobody would want to work with me anyways."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Well, look at me," she said, gesturing at her large curvy figure.

"Oh, I am," he said, smiling. "I find your body quite fascinating indeed."

He eyed her large round breasts that were trying to escape her top, and then looked longingly down at her heavy thighs and large round ass.

"You're just being polite," she said. "I've seen most of the girls here. I'm not built like them."

"Indeed you are not. Although it baffles me why you think that is to your detriment. If you want to serve, I would be more than happy to have you serve me."

"I think I will just keep watching for now," she said, blushing.

"You've been here every night for the past two weeks 'just watching' and I can see you are itching to do more than that. I should know. I've been watching you with much interest."

"It's fine, really," she replied, turning crimson.

"Suit yourself," Master Mischief said, staring deep into her eyes. "But if you change your mind, I will be in the bar every night this week."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said politely.

Master Mischief sauntered off and Patricia eyed him longingly.

Why did I turn him down? I'm sure it's for the best. He wouldn't want me anyways, she thought.

Patricia finished her drink and left the club, as she did every night, and went home alone to try and sleep.

~

The next night, Patricia headed to the club as she always did. She took her usual seat at the bar and ordered a Shirley Temple. Master Mischief saw her enter and sat down beside her.

"Did you come back to find me?" he asked with a smile, staring at her intently.

She blushed and looked up at him, "No, actually. I just came to watch."

"Indeed," he said, eyeing her skeptically. "Well, if you don't want to serve me tonight, perhaps we could sit together at a table and talk while you watch the crowds. At least it will be a bit more discreet."

She blushed deeper, thinking for a moment.

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt," she replied.

"Come on, then," he said, offering her his hand.

She took it tentatively and followed him to a nearby table. The seating was leather and shaped in a semi-circle around a small table. It faced into the bar with a good view of the entrance. Patricia stared at Master Mischief for a moment. He was scanning the other patrons as he sipped at his drink. He turned towards her and she quickly looked away. He noticed and smiled to himself.

"So what's your name, anyway?" he asked her.

"Patricia," she replied. "What's yours?"

"You'll probably think it's silly," he said, pretending to act coy.

"Come on, tell me," she urged.

"All right. It's Master Mischief."

She giggled to herself, trying to hide her smile.

"I told you that you would think it's silly."

"Oh no," she said, patting his arm reassuringly. "It's just not what I pictured for your name, is all."

"Hmm," he said, placing his hand on hers. "And what name do you think suits me then?"

"I don't know. I guess I just thought it would be something more standard like Rick or Carl or James. But even though I've just barely met you, somehow I think Master Mischief suits you perfectly."

He smiled at her mischievously and ran his foot up her leg to the middle of her calf. She blushed deeply and looked away from him.

"So what made you decide to be a Dom?" she asked.

"Hmm. I never really thought about it. I'm not sure I ever consciously decided. It's just sort of who I am, I suppose. It might sound a bit alarming, but I just really enjoy pushing people to step out of their comfort zone. Within reason, of course. I wouldn't want to put anyone in danger, but seeing how freeing it is for people to finally do something that has terrified them for so long, is just . . . fulfilling in some way. Watching that fear just melt away as they put all that trust in your words... I don't know how to describe it, but there is something magical about it."

"It does sound a bit magical," she said, smiling at him.

"And what about you? Why do you want to serve?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I feel like I've always been drawn to it. Everything about it just fascinates me. It just seems so . . . therapeutic, I guess. To let someone else take the wheel for a while."

"And have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Let someone else take the wheel."

Patricia blushed, looking down at her hands.

"Not really. I mean not in person anyways. I've had online Doms. I'd send them pictures or videos. We'd talk about our fantasies and they'd tell me all the things they wanted to do to me and it was exciting. But in the end, I knew I was safe because they didn't really know me and they'd probably never meet me."

"Does the thought of trying in person make you feel unsafe?"

"Not unsafe, really. Not here anyways. But uncomfortable for sure. I don't think I would be a very good submissive."

He smiled at her warmly. "The fact that you are worrying about being a good submissive makes me think you would make a rather excellent one."

"I don't know. There are so many things I want to try but I always chicken out."

"What's the riskiest thing you've tried?"

"I gave someone head in front of a window once."

"What else?" he pressed.

"I don't know. I masturbated on video for an online Dom."

"Anything else?"

"Not really. Everything else was pretty normal."

"Then, how about this; what do you want to try?"

"So many things. Almost everything. I want someone to cum on my face. I want to be whipped, blindfolded and tied up. I'd love to be chased down and taken wherever I was found. I'd like to serve someone in front of an audience. There really isn't a lot I don't want to try," she admitted.

"Then what's your darkest fantasy?" he asked lowly. "The one that gets you off most nights. That dream you wake up from wet and panting and are too afraid to tell anyone about. We all have one."

"I don't know," she murmured, blushing deeply.

"Come now. Anything you could tell me I've probably done to or with someone on multiple occasions. I certainly won't be judging you, anyway."

She wrung her hands and looked up at him tentatively. "Well, it usually plays out like this. I'm either blindfolded or wearing a mask, and I'm in a room full of men I don't know who are hard with desire. They all want me, and I serve them all until they are satisfied and so am I."

He looked at her appreciatively and grinned that mischievous grin. "Very intriguing. Right for the good stuff, hey?"

"I suppose so." She smiled back at him.

He leaned in towards her and placed a hand on her thigh.

"The thought of you serving multiple men while I watch is getting me rather excited," he whispered into her ear.

She shuddered as he spoke, imagining him watching from the side with that grin of his.

"Serve me tonight," he coaxed her. "If it's all that you hoped it would be, then I will make sure you get to live out your fantasy."

She looked at him hesitantly, waiting for the catch. Waiting for him to say it was all just a cruel joke and he would never want her to serve him. Yet all she could see in his eyes was an intense longing for her.

"I'll do it," she finally said. "I will serve you, Master Mischief."

His grin broadened. He leaned in and kissed her neck while he groped at her breasts.

She sighed softly and he collected himself, pulling back. "Unfortunately, we need to take care of some formalities first, but I am really looking forward to playing with those breasts of yours."

She just smiled at him shyly with her red cheeks.

He stood and reached his hand out to her once more. "Let's go fill out some paperwork and then I will show you my room," he said with a wink.

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Patricia stood in the centre of the room, taking it all in. His room wasn't how she had pictured it. There was a bed off in a corner, two cupboards with three drawers on either side of the door, a tall armoire against another wall, and a large floor rug in the centre. There was nothing hanging on the walls, so the whitewash seemed sterile.

"It's so bare," she said, not thinking.

He chuckled softly to himself. "I'm usually not here for long. I prefer enjoying my subs in other areas of the club."

"I haven't really looked around much," she admitted.

"Stick with me, and I'm sure you will see all the corners of the club."

She smiled up at him. "What's your favourite place?"

He thought for a moment, appreciating the chance to talk with someone. With most submissives, there was little to no talking, and he was really enjoying the change.

"Probably the garden," he said, smiling brightly at her. "There is a small man-made pond to splash in, trees to tie people to, and a maze with plenty of dead ends to corner people in."

"Sounds exciting."

"It certainly can be. Would you like to go see it?"

"Yes," she agreed immediately, beaming at him.

"You are a bit overdressed. We will have to do something about that."

He scampered over to the armoire and rummaged through the drawers, eyeing her up for size. Patricia stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, not sure what she should be doing with herself. He came back holding a pair of teal lace underwear and sheer blue lingerie that opened just below the breasts.

"Put these on." He grinned at her.

Patricia took the clothing from his outstretched hands and looked at them skeptically. She shrugged finally and took her clothes off, setting them in a pile on the bed, and put on the blue outfit.

"What do you think?" she asked, doing a little spin.

"Gorgeous," he said, eyeing her from top to bottom.

He grabbed her right hand, and spun her in close to him, with her back to his chest. He looked down at her breasts and cupped them with both hands. They were quite heavy, and he loved how they moved in his hands. She sighed, leaning into him. He kissed her bare shoulder and turned her to face him.

"Let's go on an adventure." He smiled.

"Lead the way." She smiled back.

They wound through the hallways into the atrium. Patricia thought it looked a little different from this angle as people milled about and a few entered and headed for the registration desk. Both men and women were smiling at her and eyeing her appreciatively. One man even smacked her ass as she walked past and she blushed and grinned. The attention was going to her head and she felt powerful, magical even. She stood a little straighter as she followed Master Mischief down another side hallway. It was tucked off into a corner behind the registration desk and she had never noticed it before. They came up to a set of double doors. As they opened, a burst of warm, humid air washed over her. The first thing she noticed was a large fountain in the centre of a path lined by flowers and small trees. There were several guests frolicking in the water and she thought it looked rather fun. Off to the right, a submissive woman was bound to a tree, and her master was gently striking her ass with a thin tree branch. Beyond the fountain, she could see the entrance to the hedge maze and paths leading around either side of the perimeter. She wondered what lay beyond the maze.

"What's on the other side of the maze?" she asked.

"The pond is on the other side, and a small dense patch of trees."

"I didn't realize how big this place was."

"Well, the buildings on either side of the entrance don't actually exist, you see. They are a facade. Most people wouldn't appreciate an establishment of this size in their neighbourhood. It's better if they believe it's just some small seedy bar."

"Yes, I suppose most people still at least try and feign a distaste for this kind of thing, don't they?"

"Yes, indeed. Where would you like to go first?" Master Mischief asked, enjoying this small break from domination. He thought he could get used to this. Patricia was proving as interesting as he imagined she would be.

"Let's check out the fountain. It seems rather refreshing. Then maybe you can chase me down in the maze," she said with a sparkle in her eye.

"I would love to chase you down." He smiled evilly. "And when I catch you, you will be mine to do with as I please."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she stared at him, drinking in every word.

"Race you to the fountain," she said, sprinting ahead.

"No fair. That's cheating." He grinned as he quickly followed after her.

She bounded gracefully over the edge into the water and he caught up soon after, tackling her. They both came up for air, laughing, and Master Mischief couldn't remember the last time he had felt this free. Her breasts bounced tantalizingly as her laughter shook her body. Unable to help himself, he pulled her right shoulder strap down and freed her right breast, taking it into his mouth. He fondled her left breast, enjoying the way it filled his hand as he gently licked and nibbled on her right nipple. Patricia put her hands back to support them both as Master Mischief leaned into her. He ran his tongue up her breast and kissed her neck. Patricia's lips were parted slightly as she breathed deeply, enjoying his touch.

Seeing an opportunity, Patricia's eyes lit up and she rolled away from him, smiling back at him tauntingly before running off into the maze. Master Mischief smirked and counted to ten to give her a head start before chasing after her.

Patricia wound through the maze, looking for a good spot to hide. She took a right down a long corridor. She passed several arms twisting off, all straight to dead ends, and continued past them. As she neared the end of the corridor, she saw that this, too, was a dead end.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Master Mischief called out to her from somewhere nearby.

Patricia froze for a moment, coming up with a plan. Maybe she could hide in one of the outcrops until he passed and then head back down. The hedge was too thick for her to squish through it and slip into another corridor. With little other choice, she slipped into the nearest alcove, pressing her back against the side of the hedge closest to her escape route.

She could hear other guests moving about and could no longer tell where Master Mischief was. Her heart was beating rapidly and her cheeks were flushed with anticipation. She heard footsteps nearby and held her breath. She exhaled as another sub padded softly down the corridor past her. She was fighting a strong urge to peer down the corridor and see what was going on. She heard another set of footsteps and closed her eyes. The footsteps approached slowly, then began to fade away. Patricia opened her eyes a little and saw a sliver of blonde hair slipping down towards the end of the corridor. She creeped to the edge of her alcove and slipped into the main corridor, turning towards the exit. She froze, seeing Master Mischief between her and the exit. She turned around, puzzled, and saw another blonde Dom creeping down the corridor in search of his submissive. She turned back quickly to face Master Mischief.

"Found you." He grinned at her.

He beckoned to her, and she approached him tentatively. She tried to gauge how wide the corridor was and if she could slip past him. He hadn't really caught her yet, she thought.

"You have found me." She smiled, getting closer to him with each step. "But you haven't caught me."

She leaned to the right, then, as he lunged towards her, she shifted left and ran past him. He steadied himself and chased after her. As he got close, he dove down, grabbing hold of her ankle. Her mouth opened wide in shock as she fell face first onto the dirt path. He flipped her onto her back and slid her towards him, pinning her hands to the ground above her head.

"Now, I've caught you," he said, leaning in and kissing her lips.

She smiled up at him. "Yes, you have."

He slid off her panties and undid his pants. He slipped inside of her and she sighed. She ran her fingers through his hair, then along his chest. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and kissed her thighs before rocking into her. She moaned under him. He slid her legs down to the right, keeping his cock buried deep inside her. Her left ass cheek was now exposed and her thighs were pressed tightly together. He fucked her hard, smacking her ass, and she cried out and moaned, placing one hand on his chest. He pumped her roughly, using her thigh and ass as leverage.

"Oh god," she gasped.

He smiled that devilish smile as she sighed and moaned, digging her nails into his chest. She gripped his hand tightly with her eyes closed. Her back was arching and she moved her head side to side.

Master Mischief leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Whose pussy is this, slave?"

"Yours," she sighed.

"And what do you want me to do to it?"

"Keep fucking it, Master."

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered as he pulled away.

She got into position and he grabbed her hips, firmly entering her with one swift motion. She moved against him, driving him deeper as he entered her, edging her closer to climax. As he fucked her, he reached around to her swollen clit and rubbed it quickly. She gasped and moaned, digging her fingers into the dirt. He kept up his rhythm and she squirmed and rocked against him.

"Please don't stop," she cried, desperate for release.

He continued his pace and pinched her nipples before focusing on her clit yet again. He leaned down, kissing her neck and her bare shoulders.

"Oh god," she cried out as her body spasmed. "Right there."

He flicked her clit relentlessly as she shuddered and her juices flowed down his hard cock. He didn't stop until her body calmed and her breathing slowed.

"Turn around, slave," he ordered.

She turned to face him and looked up at him with desire in her eyes.

"Open your mouth and hold out your tongue."

Her grin spread ear to ear and she opened her mouth, gladly staring into his eyes.

He stroked his cock quickly a few times before spraying his load into her mouth and over her face.

She closed her eyes and sighed as the cum hit her tongue. She remained kneeling at his feet with her tongue still extended.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

She eagerly swallowed and licked what she could off of her lips before taking his cock in her mouth and cleaning it as well. When she finished, he pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her forehead.