Standing on the pavement outside the club, Caretta shivered, the fur coat wrapped about her body doing little to keep out the cold of the windswept night, the dampness of the earlier rain permeating her every pore. Nervous and unsure what the night held she stepped closer to her Master, her hair blowing softly on the breeze to brush his cheek in a soft caress. Glancing at her shivering form he knew it was not just the cold which made her quake, but nor was he inclined to ease her torment. In reality he knew no matter what he shared with her of the night's events she would still have questions, still be apprehensive as she usually was when entering a new situation. He had faith in her ability to handle whatever he demanded of her...already he had made big changes in their life which she had obediently adjusted to, even more, had made a conscious effort to excel and accept for his pleasure.
Their eyes met briefly before he turned back to resume speaking with Gareth, the guest he had invited to accompany them. He knew of Caretta's distaste for the man, and the power that gave him over her. As always he was alert to whatever he could use to challenge her submission, to deepen her humiliation, and strengthen their bond in doing so. Adding a new slave to the mix of their lives had been another exercise he had used to expand their experience and demonstrate her acceptance yet again of his ownership of her, body and soul. She had always feared the addition of a new slave to their lives, and in truth it had not been his intention to actually play this card so soon but opportunity had presented itself and he had seized it. Caretta had never expected the slave of his choice would be male, always assuming any addition would naturally be feminine and female. Despite the surprise his choice had created she had skillfully woven her fellow slave, Clarke, into her thoughts and life, working hard to please her Master in whatever choice he made for them. The process had not been an easy one, nor was it complete even now, but steps would be taken by them all to ensure the success of his plans.
As the line of patrons moved forward to enter the club, Master Tyrone lifted the bag which had been resting at his feet, from the ground and slung it over his shoulder. His other hand was jointly holding the ends of the two leashes, each one connected to a collar around the neck of each slave. Passing through the door the temperature quickly changed from cool to hot, the humid air thickening with smoke and a mixture of assorted perfumes. Both slaves followed their Master, standing quietly when he stopped and turned toward them.
"Remove your coats and hand them to me," he ordered, "and be quick."
Caretta removed her coat quickly though anxiously, as it left her standing vulnerable and exposed in nothing but her black stay ups and stilettos, a state she never enjoyed publicly, even less so when already feeling unsure of herself. The additional company of Gareth and Clarke added to the pressure for her this time. As she passed her coat to Master, Clarke removed his own, folding it and handing it to Master who then checked both garments into the cloakroom, along with his own and Gareth's. Clarke stood naked except for the boots he wore on his feet, his skin shimmering in the dim light of the club. Master Tyrone proceeded to lead the group into the depths of the club, negotiating the crowd with practiced skill as he made his way toward the main room.
On reaching the room he ordered drinks for both himself and his guest Gareth, and taking a seat at a table, indicated the slaves were to remain standing, their leashes still in his hand.
"I do not want you kneeling or sitting at this stage," he explained to both Caretta and Clarke. "I want you both on display where all can observe and inspect as they may wish."
Caretta already knew she was wet, the honey dripping from her bared sex, her nipples erect and hardening in her shame. Clarke stood proudly, managing to control his physical excitement much better than his partner. Using his hand to gesture, their Master released the tethers from his hand and directed them both to face the room, their backs to both Master and guest. Caretta felt his fingers slip between her thighs in the darkness, testing for the wetness he knew he would find, slipping one finger inside her tunnel to draw forth the natural lubricant he could use to probe and explore her arsehole. Trying to remain still, fighting every urge to pull away, Caretta blushed deeply as he delved deep into her body, opening her and playing with her inhibitions, teasing and tantalizing in his lewd exploration.
"Bend!" she heard him order.
She bent forward and spread her thighs slightly as she knew he liked and expected. His fingers continued to dig roughly while another unfamiliar hand caressed the curved contour of her butt suggestively. She could hear her Master talking to someone but was unable to make out the words. Clarke stood beside her, staring into the room as he had already been trained to do until addressed by their Master. Caretta glimpsed from the corner of her eye a hand caressing his cock, lifting his balls and rolling them, stroking him in an attempt to arouse. Master had told him he was never to respond to another's touch unless given permission. Caretta didn't envy him as she knew too well how seductive humiliation could be, and how the touch of a stranger's hand could make one's body betray itself. She admired him for being able to obey so well such a difficult order.
Her Master's voice broke into her disobedient straying of thoughts. "Come, you will both be better use on the platform," he said as he rose to lead them to the raised dais on the far side of the room, Gareth following close behind. As they reached their destination, Master unclipped both leashes from the collars and indicated where he wanted them to lay as he spread out a large fur blanket. "You will both entertain the club patrons by showing us how well you can play with yourselves, bring yourselves to near orgasm, but not cum or touch each other."
With trepidation both slaves lay back on the blanket, opening their thighs to allow better view as their hands began to play. Caretta's slit was already drenched with her flowing juices, the trail leading into the crack of her so recently explored and opened arse. Her fingers shook as did her whole body as she opened her lips, drew the hot, flowing liquid up to moisten her clit as she began to circle the tender nub of flesh. Clarke lay beside her careful not to touch her as he took his cock in one hand while his other caressed and squeezed his balls. Stroking slowly up and down his shaft he quickly came to full hardness, throbbing in moments with the stimulation and the added atmosphere of the whole scene.
