"Now girl, get down on all fours," Jim told his girlfriend. He used a harsher tone of voice than intended, because he wasn't very pleased with her. Lee Ann had persuaded him to visit a BDSM club for the first time. It was something he felt uncomfortable with, but she had nagged him all week until he gave way. He wasn't scared it just wasn't his sort of thing.
He was hoping she would get it out of her system and return to normal. It was sure to be a disappointment and nothing like she expected.
Like him, she too had been a normal young person, with a sheltered upbringing. She would have admitted to being shy, though being submissive had never occurred to her, until recently. It was only a few of weeks ago that she came across a BDSM story when the term submissive, came to mean something. That story had her looking for another, until she was hooked.
She wanted Jim to experiment in the bedroom, which he reluctantly gave in to. Lee Ann wanted more. Eventually he gave in, so that's how she came to be on hands and knees, in a BDSM club.
She was a beautiful, petite blonde only five-four, nervously waiting for him to tell her what to do. It was difficult being a submissive, when your partner didn't take the lead. On hands and knees she looked up at him, wishing he would get into the spirit of things.
He gripped the leash tight while psyching himself up to walk to the bar.
Lee Ann smiled at him, trying to reassure and motivate him. It would spoil things if she pushed him along, for it was supposed to be him in charge.
"Don't walk too fast," she reminded him. Lee Ann bit her tongue, to remind herself not to nag him.
Giving her 'master' instructions spoilt the atmosphere. She looked around at the small, early evening crowd. Some of them were dressed in bizarre outfits. She was fairly conservative, wearing a tiny pair of shorts with a halter top. Her breasts were natural and large, but not huge. A big handful, Jim liked to joke.
What he didn't like was other guys touching her. So she wore a red collar, which meant others could watch, but not touch. At the moment that was enough for Lee Ann.
While he walked to the bar, she had to crawl. Her breasts kept swinging out from the loose top. Lee Ann hadn't thought of this when getting changed. If she told him to stop it would bring attention to them swinging free, as well as spoil the submissive role. She kept her head down hoping no-one had noticed. It was humiliating being made to crawl beside a master with her nips on show, and she loved it.
It was nuisance having such large nipples as it prevented her wearing tight tops as they invariably showed through. Her nipples had already grown like Pinocchio's nose, and were ready to spring out further from the least provocation. Her nipples didn't lie about her state of arousal, they blatantly proclaimed it. From the least stimulation her nipples would shoot out, swelling long and hard.
"Nice pet you've got," Robert said, holding his hand out to Jim.
They shook hands, which helped break the ice for Jim. Standing at a bar with a beer, talking to a guy about football, brought a touch of normality to the situation. He could almost forget he had his girlfriend lewdly dressed, squatting at his feet.
This didn't seem too bad. Less was going on here than at one of their neighbour's late night parties. At June's, everyone got drunk, or high. Then the fun would start, so they usually left. He wondered if something happened at the corporate party to push Lee Ann into this. She hadn't mentioned the club until after that party.
***
At the corporate party last week Lee Ann wore a nice dress; the usual boring housewife kind of style, nothing too racy.
Jim was talking to a contact when he glanced across the room at his wife. He did a double take and hurriedly excused himself. Her nipples were sticking out like organ stops. He had seen them like this before of course, but not at a party in front of business colleagues. He looked around to see where the boss was; fortunately the boss hadn't seen her.
The man she was talking to was Richard, the main rival for a new Planning Executive position. Both men were keen on winning the job and competed against each other at every opportunity; always trying to impress the boss. By the time Jim made his way across the room they had moved on. He hoped Lee Ann knew who the guy was, not wanting her to say the wrong thing.
Richard recognised Jim's wife and he soon established she didn't know him. He kept her talking, to see if he could get some dirt on Jim. He flirted with her, dishing out compliments, and was surprised how easily she responded to them. His interest grew on seeing her nipples hardening, pushing at the fabric of the dress. He couldn't help 'accidently' nudging her breast while talking expressively with his hands. She ignored it thinking it was due to the hard pressed crowd.
He asked her what she read and she mentioned an author, only to quickly clam up. She went red from embarrassment. He knew why, for the author mainly wrote about women becoming slaves. He took a closer look at her, with plenty of eye contact. His questions and comments were subtly turned into commands and demands.
He had experience of the BDSM scene, belonging to a couple of clubs, and so recognised a submissive when he saw one.
Taking hold of her hand he dragged her onto the dance floor, giving her no chance to refuse. The dance floor was full so they had to squash up close. He purposely rubbed his chest across her breasts, aggravating her distended nipples. He noticed them swelling and her breathing becoming more ragged. Her eyes almost closed, as though she were far away. He had heard of this but never seen it before. He didn't hold back now. Whenever they were turned away from everyone he discreetly pinched her nipples.
Lee Ann wanted to pull away but he held onto both wrists. Something was happening to her. She felt hot and bothered, but couldn't understand why. When her boyfriend played with her in the bedroom she naturally became aroused. He wasn't here, yet she was feeling so heated up.
She not only needed to go to the rest room, she thought it necessary to escape this man. He may be a colleague of Jim's, but he shouldn't be dancing so close. On the other hand he might be an important contact, so she didn't want to upset him.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she shouted into his ear. Despite trying to shout, her little voice was hardly heard over the music.
"I'm not going to let you, until the end of this dance," he said, with a demanding voice.
She was taken aback by the refusal. He was obviously used to managing people so he might be Jim's boss. She decided not to antagonise him, in case it got Jim into trouble. Surrounded by the corporation's employees she had to behave herself.
The combination of his deep voice, the compliments, his flirting, and his tight grip of her wrists, all this was preventing her from complaining. He was stopping her from going to the restroom, and somehow that added to her state of confusion. Strangely, her heart was fluttering.
She became aware of an unexplainable arousal. She felt as though this stranger was taking control of her. She had to stop herself from calling him master, as though she were in one of the stories she read. The feeling must be resisted or she might make a fool of herself. On the other hand, she couldn't make a scene before her boyfriend's colleagues. She felt trapped, though it was her fantasy thoughts that were ensnaring her.
At last he led her off the dance floor, toward the rest rooms. She really needed to go now. There was a queue, and he could see she was agitated.
"I know a restroom where there won't be a queue," he told her.
He had a tight hold of her wrist, leading her around as though she belonged to him. She tried to shake off the feeling, which was straight out of one of the naughty stories, but couldn't.
She was being pulled around so quickly she didn't have a chance to think straight. It felt as though he had her on a leash, just like one of her fantasies. When she weakly complained he cut her short, with a big strong voice. He took her along a corridor to another restroom, not being used. He barged in, pulling her along.
"In here, we won't be disturbed," he told her. "We can finish the dance then," he said, as way of explanation.
She scurried into the stall, fumbling with the lock only it didn't work, or she was shaking too much. He was standing right outside, telling her to hurry up. It was only a small thing, but he had denied her permission to urinate now he was giving her permission to go. It felt as though he had taken charge of her.
He was telling her where to go and what to do. For a moment she imagined he owned her. Somehow she was letting him think for her, and she couldn't help obeying him. That was the awful thing about it, she was obeying him. She hoped he had realised what he had done to her.
She kept telling herself he was just helping her. He wasn't taking her over, he was just used to organising people and she was used to being organised.
"Hurry up," he demanded. "Aren't you finished yet?"
She was a mature woman and he was treating her like his little girl. Though, since reading those naughty stories she associated it with being dominated. He opened the door, just as she let go. He was watching her pee! In a confusion of embarrassment and arousal, she could do nothing. It seemed to be going on for ever.
"Is that better?" Richard laughed.
He was amused. It made her feel even more embarrassed and confused. She should have been humiliated and angry. She should have told him off for being so rude.
Lee Ann couldn't say a word. She just didn't know what to say. She dried herself with a tissue and was about to pull her panties up. It was highly embarrassing, being in front of him with her panties on the floor, around her ankles. She felt so weak and nervous she couldn't think straight.
"Don't pull them up they will be wet on this floor. Give them to me and I'll dry them for you," he ordered.
Like a fool she obeyed him. Handing her panties over felt so bad it made her tremble. This stranger had taken charge of her so completely she was simply obeying him.
He was big and strong and very powerful, she just couldn't help it. He took them, and gripped her hand. She had to follow him, knowing she would follow him anywhere, and do whatever he said. How this had happened to her she couldn't fathom. Instead of using the blow drier he pushed her panties into his pocket. Before she had a chance to protest he pulled her out of the restroom.
No! He's taking me back to the dance floor!
The dress was modest enough, but the thought of being out there, among all those people, with her panties in his pocket, was dreadful. It was also stoking her up. Her nipples were now clearly pushing at the dress. Her face was a picture of arousal and embarrassment.
She dare not think what he was going to do with her next. As they danced to a slow number, she noticed Jim looking for her. She buried her face in Richard's broad chest, trying to hide.
