Granted, every night was ladies' night at The Matriarch. It's to be expected from a club designed around a femdom lifestyle. There had never been a guys' night, and there never would be.
That isn't to say the male "employees" didn't enjoy ladies' night too. While I had never been informed of how pricing works for the clientele, it was apparent to me that time with the "pets," as the owner had taken to calling them, was discounted. I still was not used to being considered a pet yet, though it was starting to grow on me.
Don't make the mistake of thinking being a pet has anything to do with pet play, though in some cases it does. It is simply the name of the role that male employees of The Matriarch assume. They are inferior to their female coworkers, and especially the female clients. Being called a pet is simply a reminder of that fact.
I suppose I shouldn't speak for the rest of the pets. Perhaps they don't enjoy ladies' night as much as I do, though that's unlikely. The male employees are chosen very carefully. All efforts are taken by Violet ("Sir", if you're a pet) and her Scouts to ensure that only the most promising submissives are brought in for interviews. I haven't heard of anyone declining the position of pet. It's not for everyone, but not just anyone is chosen, either.
With that out of the way, this is a little taste of ladies' night.
I made my way out of the locker rooms at the back of the club. As instructed by one of the Wardens, I was dressed in little more than red panties that circled around my ass, leaving it exposed, a leather collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs to match. The collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs were all locked with small locks. I made my way out to the central "dance floor" and took in the sight.
The club was as vibrant as ever. This area was a large central room with black walls lit entirely by colorful neon lights. On the far side of the room was a bar lit in a similar manner, and off to my left was a red iron spiral staircase leading to a glass room near the ceiling. There were some booths lining the walls, also lit with strips of neon light. Pinks, greens, purples, blues, and reds all reflected off the glass floor, which constituted the ceiling of the rooms below.
A dozen or more sex dungeons housing padded benches, large wooden X crosses, and racks of toys could be seen, many of these rooms containing at least one scantily clad female and her squirming submissive. I watched as one pet was chained to a wall and whipped mercilessly by a sadistically dressed domme. She was smiling an evil smile as the pet cried out and strained against the restraints holding him in place. Tired of his ceaseless pleas, she locked a ballgag around his head and continued.
To an outsider, this may have appeared barbaric and bordering on rape. However, I can assure you that Violet's pets are very carefully assessed when hired. They are given to clients that they know they can handle, and they do have safewords that are respected, in case the need arises. That pet was in no danger, and frankly, probably enjoying himself at least as much as the domme was. My cock twitched as I realized I could very well be in a similar situation in a few minutes, or far worse. I also realized I was keeping my client waiting and hurried over to the bar area. I found my client by the description I was given. I was told she enjoyed being called "Mistress" and that was exactly how I addressed her as I knelt down in front of her.
She wore black knee high boots, a short latex skirt, and a corset. Her platinum blond hair was short and went nicely with her light but healthy skin color. She had stunning brown eyes that I refused to make contact with after the first time. It was hard to tell while she was sitting on a barstool, but she was probably around 5'8".
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She cooed as she crossed her legs and stroked the side of my face. My head was bowed, my wrists behind me. "Aren't you just the cutest little fucktoy." I felt my cock instantly start to twitch. She must have noticed my breathing speed up a little. "Oohh, you like that, do you? I'm going to call you much worse yet, my pet. Let's get busy." With that, she spread her legs apart and lifted her latex skirt to reveal her dripping pussy. Knowing full well what was expected of me, I set to work.
She tasted excellent. I ran my tongue around her lips a few times before licking her all the way up her slit, slowly and passionately. She moaned delicately as some of the nearby clients watched and giggled. One of them was resting her feet on a kneeling pet dressed in a full-body rubber suit. I licked her a few more times before kissing her down there. Then I gently rested my hands on her inner thighs and slid my tongue inside her.
Her juices flowed out of my mouth, down my chin, and dripped onto the floor. My tongue probed inside her and I felt carefully for which spots caused her the biggest reactions. I made sure to tend to those spots while continuing to feel her out, trying to figure out exactly what she liked. I seemed to do an adequate job, as within a few minutes of fucking her with my tongue she came all over my face. I was about to pull my head back when she grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed me back in, squeezing my head with her thighs.
"Lick it all up, bitch!" she called to me as I struggled to breathe, desperately lapping up all of her juices. A minute later she got off her barstool and pushed my face to the floor. "All of it!" I stuck my tongue out and she rubbed my face in the juices that had dripped on the floor. One of the ladies nearby began to rub herself a bit and bite her bottom lip at this dominant display. Once Mistress was sure I'd cleaned up her mess, she looked over and saw the woman playing with herself.
"Why don't you go give her the same treatment you just gave me?" I began to crawl towards the smirking woman when I felt a hard slap on my ass. I yelped and looked back. "What do you say?" my Mistress demanded of me.
