1. Hello Master
Maria and Tom had been together for the better part of a decade. While their excursions into darker sexual pleasures were a fairly new trend, they both quickly found liberating release from restrictions on flesh placed by societal norms. What started out cautiously optimistic had quickly turned to a passion greater than the two of them. It was an entire new layer to their love; a freedom to feel, to experience, without limit.
Maria felt as if a second half of herself took over on their "nights out." She wasn't absent, or out of control, she was a giddy spectator, watching her braver side loose the flood.
Tom instead seemed to become a magnified version of who he really was, shedding any inhibition, and becoming wildly more outspoken than he already was known to be.
They both enjoyed plumbing the depths of their sexuality together, looking for new and interesting kinks to taste with one another. They made their best effort to get a night out once every month, and this time, Tom seemed more excited than usual.
He always handled the planning, because when the night would come around, he wouldn't be Tom anymore than she would still be MariaÉ come the night of his plans, he was always Master, and she was always His slut. Couldn't well be planned the other way around, and His slut trusted her Master entirely. He was always sober as a judge, and she was always encouraged to be as wild as she felt. He was Intensity, and she was Liquidity.
Maria had been gone dropping the kids at the sitter's for almost 45 minutes by the time His slut came in the door. "Hello, Master. Your children arrived at the sitters safely. I am here now. You look fantastic. May I prepare now?" she looked up at him and smiled with her eyes.
Master nodded toward the bathroom, where he always had her outfit chosen and waiting. As soon as she saw what he had chosen for her to wear, His slut knew right away that she had guessed right; tonight she'd be submissive. Those were secretly her favorite nights out. She showered and dressed, and they left together. He opened the house and car doors for her, as he always did.
2. The Gentleman's Club
Master held open the passenger door as the engine made ticking cooling noises, which echoed in the parking garage. Time slowed to half pace while a long, tanned leg wrapped in fishnet stretched out of the open car door. Shiny black open-toed heels tipped both, and quickly came back together on the pavement. Her outstretched hand was punctuated by nails painted the same red gloss that appeared on her toes. With his free hand, Master took His slut's, and helped her from the car. Still in slow motion, and rather cautiously, she slithered out of her seat without her tiny skirt exposing more than just a hint of her ass. Little. Black. Dress. Little, indeed, and tight everywhere. Her creamy smooth thighs and her round, full tits played tug-of-war battling to be the first to escape. Completing her minimalist ensemble, she accessorized with only diamond studs, and a delicate (yet somewhat disposable) silver chain draped loosely around her throat. She carried no handbag. Her hair was down, long and curly, and in the low-intensity parking garage lights, it shimmered blackly like the full moon. Her lipstick was almost as bold as her nails, but a shade darker. Her dark eyes were always Master's weakness, and he required too much mascara and eye-liner, to exaggerate their intensity. The finishing touch was her wedding set, glistening proudly on her left hand.
Master was in full formal regalia tonight. Three pieces, he was all in black, less his white shirt - and his tie, which matched the red in His slut's nail polish. They swirled in black beauty, with fuck-me-red racing stripes.
It was a short walk, as far as Manhattan foot-travel goes, but in heels, His slut was glad he had chosen to walk slowly. They didn't speak while they walked, and the anticipation had her just slightly moist already. She was never allowed to know anything about Master's plans in advance, and he knew that it drove His slut crazy.
He led them around a corner and abruptly into a stairwell leading downward. The dark got darker fast, but apparently they had arrived, as Master pounded loudly three times on the heavy, non-descript door at the bottom of the stairs. After the sound of a lock releasing, the door swung in, revealing a gigantic bouncer dressed in a tuxedo. "Name please, sir?" he asked with a surprisingly soft-spoken, gentle air.
"Tom Jacobs, plus one," was Master's reply. He was using the name on his fake ID, and produced same, something he reserved for special, dangerous occasions.
"Yes, I see you have a reservation. Welcome to The Gentleman's Club! You've chosen an exciting night to join us, and your timing is impeccable - you'll have just enough time to browse before we start."
"Now, the formalities, sir," the giant continued. "From this point forward, your plus one will have to wear this," as he held out a black, silken blindfold.
"Certainly," Master said as he slid it over His slut's eyes. She could make out only light around its edges, she could not see out.
"Very good, sir," the bouncer responded. "And the matter of a marker? How much would you like to buy in tonight?"
"Five thousand," Master replied, while counting out a huge sum of cash.
"Excellent, we thank you, sir. And the minimum you'll allow bidding?"
"Two thousand," Master answered.
"Appropriate, and still generous, sir. Well done."
In her newfound darkness, she heard footsteps approaching - two women walking quite deliberately, and in heels. 'Click. Clack. Click. Clack.'
"And sir and his plus one are available for delivery tomorrow night?"
"Yes, we're confirmed," Master answered.
"Very good," the giant summarized.
'Click. Clack. Click. Clack.' growing louder until stopping directly to His slut's side.
"Alright, this is Madeline, who will escort you to your seat, sir. And this little one is Raquel. She'll show your plus one to her seat, sir."
Polite introductions went around those who weren't blindfolded, then ended with Raquel asking, "And what will we call you, beautiful?"
She dare not speak.
"Answer her," Master purred.
"His slut," she replied proudly.
"Excellent, come with me," and Raquel took her hand.
She dare not move.
"Go with her, I'll be very nearby," Master reassured. "Do as instructed, they speak for me tonight."
His slut took the woman's hand, and was led away through a door halfway down a long hallway. Walking in heels blindfolded should have been tricky, but with Raquel's help, His slut made her way gracefully. Through the door, she followed down another hallway, and through another door, again walking in silence.
Raquel directed softly, "OK, His slut, wait here. You have to leave the blindfold on, and be sure you do, or the bouncers will handcuff you after they put it back on. Have a seat, and follow any instructions you hear from Matthew over the speaker." With that, she was guided to a velvet-covered bar stool, on top of which she perched, seated as ladylike as she could be, given the circumstances. Raquel closed the door behind her with a gentle 'Snap' and suddenly the sound of His slut's own breath, and the crush of the velvet on her thighs were the sum of her sensory input. She sensed that she was in a tiny room (a closet?) by the quick reverberations of her own breath.
After what must have been ten minutes of wondering what would happen next, an intercom crackled subtly, and a mildly effeminate voice began speaking over it. "Hello, ladies. My name is Matthew, and I'll be giving you some basic instructions along the way tonight. First and foremost, leave the blindfolds on until you are otherwise instructed. You must never move around the facility alone, or without being blindfolded."
"Next," Matthew continued, "please ensure that you sit as still as stone. Do not move even a little."
"We'll be starting soon, and it is very important to the gentlemen that you arrived with, that you do follow all of my instructions very carefully tonight. This first session is 45 minutes, in which you will simply sit still. The second session is 15 minutes, in which you will again sit very still, but this time, you won't be allowed the blindfold. Don't worry, there still won't be much to see. After that we will take a 30 minute break, in which you will be guided to a restroom, again blindfolded. Once in the restroom, you may remove your blindfold, use the toilet, get refreshments from the mini bar, wash up, smoke, relax, whatever you like. Each of you has your own restroom, so please make yourselves at home. When 30 minutes break have ended, you'll be brought - blindfolded of course - to the main gallery. While you are all being staged, you'll continue to wear your blindfolds. Just before the third, final session, you'll again remove your blindfolds. You won't have to try to remember any of that, you'll always have your current instruction, and certainly you'll be given corrective instruction if you still don't understand. Try to relax, you'll be much more effective if you appear pleasant and comfortable."
The intercom crackled back off to silence. So far, so good, but this seemed exceedingly elaborate, and darker than usual. Truth told, what little bit of Maria was even present was terrified, or would have been if Master and His slut weren't so confident and bold. Whatever balance of state-persona she was she couldn't be sure, but she was sure of two related things: she had overwhelming goosebumps, and she was now officially slippery soaking wet. She was fairly sure that more of her ass had escaped between her short dress and the velvet barstool, but she wasn't sure if she was willing to move enough to adjust it. Master had taken her to elaborate nights out in the city before, but this wasn't just some one-night-pass in a swinger's club, watching and being watched. This had purpose, whatever this was.
After a few minutes, she briefly heard muffled sounds of voices to her left, then silence again. Shortly after, Matthew crackled in overhead again. "Room number twelve, you are called 'His slut' and you arrived with a mister Tom Jacobs, correct?"
