I'm driving an open car. But it's now a boat. But the canal comes to an end, I can see the next section of it, but can't figure how to get there. Nobody's home, I don't know whose house it is but I go inside anyway. A bell is ringing. But it's not in my dream. It's the door bell. I open a gummy eye. The clock's red LED. 5:47. What? Who at this hour? I grunt out of bed and pull on my quilted satin dressing gown.
Looking through the peek hole I see Him. I take off the safety chain and unlock the deadbolt. I open the door and step aside.
"Good morning Sir." I keep my eyes pointed at the floor as he pushes past me.
He opens the front of his soft black leather trench coat. He's wearing a dark grey suit with light grey pinstripes, a white shirt and red tie. Shiny black shoes are on his feet. He lifts my chin with one finger and smiles. He releases the bow on my dressing gown's sash and spreads the gown off my shoulders and pushes it down to my elbows.
"What's this?"
"I'm sorry sir. It's cold. I didn't know you were coming." He doesn't like me to wear flannel pajamas. His strong hands grip my shoulders and push me down.
I unbuckle his belt and pull down his fly. I pull his hard cock out of his silk boxers and give it a kiss. I put his knob into my mouth and kiss as he strokes my hair. Swallow. In out, in out, in out.
Cum. It fills my mouth and dribbles down my chin. Sir pushes me back. I'm sitting sideways on the cold tile floor, propped up on one hand.
"We're going to the club tonight. Wear your red dress and gold heels. Be ready at seven."
"Yes, Sir."
He does himself up and leaves me crying on the cold tiles. Why am I always falling in love with these assholes?
"Good morning Doctor."
"Good morning Karen."
She's my receptionist nurse. She has a kind loving husband and three beautiful children. I smile at her as I go into my office, but inside I wonder why I can't have all that.
The work day goes long. I grab a burger at the drive through on the way home. 'Good choice for a heart surgeon' I chide myself.
Sir (Joe) didn't mention underwear so I better not. He likes my hair brushed straight down so I have to continually brush it out of my eyes. He'll want me to look slutty, so pink lips and nails, too much eye shadow and blush. Street whore style. As if this snug very short red dress with the spaghetti shoulder straps isn't a slut dress.
My gold spike heels are extreme. Joe went with me to make sure I bought the ones he wanted. They hurt. But I love them because Sir picked them.
Joe then bought me a second hand dyed pink fur jacket. It really is street slut fashion. I have to wear it when Sir takes me out. I'll have to wear it at the end of our date, when I'm down on my knees sucking him off. After that he'll decide whether it's worth his time to stay the night and love me.
The only jewelry I'm allowed to wear are big gold hoop earrings.
Sir arrives for me at eight fifteen. My heart drops. He's driven his vintage Ferrari. He won't stay the night because it isn't safe to leave on the street outside my townhouse. I begged him to stay once. My ass was too sore to sit comfortably for a week after his belt disciplined me. I won't beg again.
The Club is in an area of old factories. It looks like all the rest from the street. The armed guard looks at Sir's membership card and opens the roll up door. The ground floor is a parking garage. Up the lift to a modern reception area.
The receptionist, who looks like a high maintenance bitch, greets Sir but ignores me. She summons a sweet looking young thing then buzzes the door, admitting us into the club. The girl shows us to the banquette where Sir's friends wait.
I recognize Joan. Sir bends down and they kiss cheeks. We sit.
Joan is rather plump with red hair. Natural maybe? Tina, her pet, sits quietly beside her. Tina is a trim little thing with short brown hair in a pixie cut. She's wearing a pink fur collar and a tiny bikini with little pink fur triangles in all the right places. You can see by her looks that she adores Joan.
Sir orders a 'Highland Park' for himself and a glass of cheap white house wine for me. Joan holds her glass of white wine to Tina's lips. They always share their drink this way.
Before our drinks come their friend William arrives. His date is a young looking blond boy. ( Legal age of course.)They slide in and the boy snuggles under William's arm. He's wearing a white see through woman's blouse and tight red hot pants.
The three doms chat. We three subs sit quietly. Joan strokes and pats Tina as they talk. William fondles his date's crotch as they talk. Sir doesn't even look at me. I wonder what I've done wrong.
Then a tall, voluptuous raven haired Goddess is shown to our table. Sir jumps up.
"Letitia! So glad you came. No trouble getting in? Let me introduce you."
Of course we subs were not introduced. More drinks, but not for me. I have to learn to sip more slowly.
The stage lights up. A beautiful couple come onstage and stretch out on the bed. She's on top. They preform a long slow sixty nine routine. Next two men with sculpted hard bodies take turns sucking each other's cocks. Last act, two women come onstage and one sodomizes the other with a huge purple strapon.
The stage darkens and the small dance floor lights up. Soft canned music floats around the room. we all dance. I'm passed around and molested by several doms of both sexes as we dance. Sir doesn't dance with me.
Letitia does. Her touch is so gentle. She places a hand on the back of my head and gently pulls me to her breast. Her other hand strokes up and down my back. I actually purred.
Then it was time to go. We accompany Letitia. At her car Sir gives her a quick kiss. Then he turns to me.
"I don't want you any more. Letitia, will you take Darlene home? Thanks." He just walks away.
I'm too stunned to speak. My throat contracts. Tears start flowing. What? Why? I realize Letitia's arm is on my shoulder.
"Come Baby, sit here." Her Mercedes' passenger door is open. As I sink to the seat she reaches in and does up my seat belt. Before she starts the car she reaches across the consul and squeezes my hand. "It'll be OK. I'll look after you."
I don't see where we're going. My mind is in turmoil. What did I do wrong. I hardly notice. We go out onto the ring road, then off. Soon we enter a gated community. We stop in the circular drive in front of a white marble house. Letitia leads me by the hand.
A maid. Older, grey hair took our coats.
"Thank you Gwen, I won't be needing you any more tonight. See you in the morning."
