This is a BDSM story. As usual, everyone is over 18.
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In a few weeks is one of the biggest events of the year at St. Andrew's. Every registered Dominant at the club must participate in one event a year, and Lucas has volunteered for Show and Tell where his submissive will entertain the club's members in fellatio and obedience.
Lucas has been with his submissive, Suzanne, for almost a year. He enjoys her and has affection for her, but that's the extent of it. He knows she's in love with him, but she hasn't pressed it. She knows better. She's very good at cock sucking and he wants to take her to a new level. He hasn't taken her to the club before, and he wants her to be perfect. He needs her to be perfect. So, Friday night, two weeks before the big event, he plans something different for her. Something he knows will throw her off. Friday morning, he texts her at work and tells her to be at his house at six o'clock and to prepare herself for something special and to present herself at seven o'clock.
Lucas takes off work early and heads to St. Andrew's for a few drinks before his appointment. There's a lot of talk about him bringing his submissive to the club and they are aroused by the choice of scene he's selected. He grins at their reaction, getting up to head out for his appointment before training begins.
When Lucas opens the door to the playroom, he finds her perfectly posed on her knees, spread three feet apart. Her arms are stretched out in front of her, with her hands clasped and her forehead resting on the floor between her elbows. Tonight, she's wearing the small item he laid out for her, and as usual, she's stunning. Her firm ass is hiked in the air and is wrapped in a black leather garter belt that's holding up sheer black stockings with blood red lace that match the soles of her five-inch black stilettos.
His large, muscular build fills the doorway when he leans against the frame taking in the view. The room is dark with the exception of the soft spotlight shining on her shimmering pussy. As he walks deeper into the room, he focuses on a long string of secretion that drips onto the floor. Stopping directly behind her leaves her, the muscle of her pussy contracts, forcing more liquid from her.
"I see my pussy is ready," he says deeply. "So wet and needy."
Crouching down behind her, he slides a finger inside and when he pulls it out, it's covered with clear, slick, wetness.
"I have a surprise for you, Angel." Getting up, Lucas walks a slow, deliberate circle around her stopping only to place his feet on either side of her head. He wants her to hear the hard soles of his shoes near her ears.
"You and I will perform at St. Andrew's in a few weeks. You will service me in front of the members showing them how much you please me.
A demonstration on obedience is also planned. Do you know what that will entail?"
Her mind goes in fifty different directions, wondering what this means. What will he do to her?
Failing to respond, he waits, wishing he had a crop in his hand. He'd land it across that exposed pussy.
"Come in, gentlemen," he barks toward the door. "Please, take your seats."
The three men enter the room, all eyes on her. Her back is stiff and straight, her long dark braid laying on the floor next to her and her knees are still spread wide and her pussy wetter than before. She suddenly feel vulnerable.
"Angel, I'd like you to greet your audience properly."
She stands and sashays over to the first chair and kneels in front of him, placing her open hands on her thighs and bows her head.
"Good evening, Sir. Welcome."
"Thank you."
She stands and steps to the second and third, greeting each one the same. Each one of them noticing the wet liquid on the inside of her thighs.
"Come here," Lucas orders. He's seated in a tall-backed chair, his legs are spread with one long muscular leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent at the knee. She gracefully stands and walks toward her Sir. Stopping between his legs, she awaits her next instruction.
Luke slips a finger under the band of her garter belt, gently tugging her toward him. He slides his hand between her legs, gently massaging her clit causing her legs quiver just a little.
"Undress me."
Suzanne uses his thighs for support as she lowers to her knees and begins to unbutton the cuffs of his dress shirt. Then, starting at the top begins to slowly undo each button. Making sure she keeps eye contact with him, she rubs herself against the bulge in his tight jeans.
Reaching the last button, she fists his shirt, pulling him toward her. Sliding her hands inside, she slowly spreads her hands over his chest toward his shoulders, lowering the shirt down over his arms. He helps by sliding his hands through the arms and then leans back in the chair. Licking her lips, her eyes roam over his wide, muscular chest and rippled stomach. She loves the dark trail that disappears past his belt and grins when she sees the head of his cock peek out from the waistband of his jeans. She runs her fingertip over the bit of moisture and applies it to her lips as if she's applying lip gloss.
Wanting to taste him, she quickly undoes his belt buckle, the button of jeans, and then his zipper. Tugging his pants down over his hips, he raises until she has them past his knees. As soon as she has him completely naked, she takes his cock in her hands and that's when he grasps her wrist and squeezes.
"Did I tell you to touch me?"
