It had been a while since they had been out, so when they finally had some time alone they made plans to have a night on the town. At his urging, she dressed in a form-fitting black dress that was a little too short and tight for her liking and a pair of heels, and they headed out to a local dive known for live music and cheap drinks. They listened to a few sets, and she had a couple of those cheap drinks before he suggested they go someplace different. He had been invited to an exclusive private club and wanted to check it out.
It took a few minutes to get there, and the drinks were wearing off by the time they parked in an almost empty lot outside a well-kept but very plain, windowless building. She stepped out of the car and he hurried around to escort her in. Inside was a small lobby with minimal decor and a small desk and behind the desk was a young woman in a modest dress, her hair in a loose bun. She looked up from her magazine and asked him if he had an invitation. He handed her a business card, she looked at it and picked up the phone. "Please tell Mr. Keppler that he has a guest." She turned back to him. "Thank you, sir, and welcome, but proper attire will be required."
"Of course," he said as he pulled something from his pocket. Before she realized what it was, he was buckling a collar around her neck. They had played with some bondage and some Dom/sub roleplay, but certainly never in public. Before she was able to protest, he clipped a chain leash to one of the rings and led her toward the door the receptionist had opened. Despite, or maybe because of, her apprehension, she felt a tingle in her pussy.
They entered a large, dark room with loud music and a circle of soft light at the center. A man she had never seen came to greet them. He shook hands with her husband and just smiled at her, she thought it odd that she wasn't introduced but when she opened her mouth to speak, she felt a sudden slight tug on her leash. The man led the way over to the circle of light and she realized there were large, comfortable looking chairs around the edge, just outside the light. The man gestured to one and told her husband that the entertainment would be starting soon before walking away. As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she saw there were several other couples already seated. Some were straight couples and some were same sex, but for each, there was one person in a chair and one on a small cushion at their feet, with a leash and collar. Some were barely dressed, and each one had their arm draped over the lap of their partner.
Her husband leaned in close to her and said, "Do you see how they are sitting? You will do the same. You will not speak unless I tell you, or you are asked a question directly. You will do as you are told, or suffer a punishment. Do you understand?" As he spoke, she could feel her pussy getting wetter. She nodded yes, that she understood. "Good. Now sit." He sat in the chair and she went to the cushion next to him, her legs folded under her and her left arm draped across his right leg.
She only had a couple of minutes to look around before a waitress came over and asked if they wanted any drinks. He ordered a bottle of water and a cocktail, but never addressed her, so she kept quiet. But she was looking at the waitress, who was wearing a bra, a very short frilly skirt, thigh high stockings and heels. From her spot on the floor she could very clearly see her shaved pussy. The waitress saw her looking and smiled before turning and walking away, her ass visible under the skirt. He leaned in close, "Did you like what you saw? Your mouth was practically hanging open!" He laughed and sat back before she could answer.
When the waitress came back with their drinks, she kept her eyes on the floor. "Oh, did she get in trouble for looking?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "I think she's a little shy right now."
She felt a hand under her chin and allowed her face to be lifted to see the waitress squatted in front of her, her legs spread and her face inches away. The waitress leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to hers, and she felt her tongue searching for her own. She had experimented with girls in high school, but that had been a long time ago. Despite that, her body responded and she returned the kiss. The waitress pulled back, smiling, and said, "No need to be shy, honey", then stood and walked away. Confused, she turned to her husband, who smiled and pointed to the center of the room.
There were several people coming out into the light, men and women, all barely dressed, the music changed and they started to dance. They danced around the edge of the circle, stopping in front of the couples that were seated. What clothes they had on slowly started to come off as they danced until some were completely naked and others barely covered. She couldn't help but stare as they made their way around the circle, each stopping briefly in front of them. She looked around and saw that some of the dancers were engaging with some of the couples. One woman in a chair was playing with a female dancer's breasts while her boy had his face buried in the girl's bare pussy. A male dancer was similarly engaged with the male couple that was seated next to them. There was a woman who had her Master's cock out and was working it down her throat. She was trying not to watch everyone, but was having a hard time knowing where to put her eyes.
A male dancer stopped on front of them and his very large, very hard cock was right at her eye level, swaying with the music as he danced. Her pussy was so wet she could feel it soaking her panties. He came in closer and she realized her husband had called him over. He leaned in a said "You're going to take my cock out and stroke it while you suck his." She started to protest, but a sudden jerk of the leash made her stop.
