"Hi welcome to Liberty!" The lady behind the desk chirped as we walked through the door. She was classically pretty with discreet makeup that enhanced her high cheekbones and had chosen to wear a dark red lipstick that reminded me of autumn apples. Her clothes we black but mostly hidden from my view as I walked in beside Master.
We'd been together for a few months now having met at a residential training course, the short version is I didn't spend a night of the course in my own room and he had taken control of me almost immediately, dictating was I was (and was not) to wear the entire time. The long version would have to be its own recanting.
Master was dressed simply, black button down shirt with silver detailing at the collar and pocket, black dress trousers and shoes. Nice, but he wasn't the main attraction of the evening and he had dressed to match that. He also carried a small bag, the contents of which I was not privy too.
I on the other hand was dressed to attract attention; while I had been permitted to wear a long coat during the drive and walk through the carpark it was now removed and left with the receptionist to reveal a black high neck mesh bodysuit. I had not been permitted to wear underwear so both my nipples and pussy were clearly visible.
While it has been cold walking across the carpark the temperature of the room suggested that the formers stiffness was not due to temperature.
As for the latter; Master had spent considerable time inspecting it today, sending me back to shave it again no less than 3 times until he was satisfied with its presentation. My ass still remembered the slaps it had recieved to aid my focus.
Paired with the bodysuit I wore a black lace eye mask, Styled like a butterfly with the wings surrounding my blue eyes, mascara and eye shadow ensured that my face remained interesting though Master had specifically instructed they not be waterproof. The center of the mask came up into a point that extended half way to my hair.
My hair was platinum blonde and just past the shoulder though would naturally fall longer had Master not instructed me to style it into long curls for the night.
On my feet I wore a pair of black block heel shoes, again on instruction. Master liked the way they made my ass look, and my ass was very on show tonight.
The final thing I wore was the steel band locked around my neck. Master's collar was a plain shiny ring of smooth steel that formed a turian band, it had a single ring affixed to the front that had proven its ability to withstand me throwing myself against it or Master pulling me into line. Today it had a black leather leash clipped into it that slack lined into Master's hand, I would not let the leash become taut, not today.
We paid and entered the club. We were relatively early in the night but nowhere near the first one there. At a guess there were twenty to twenty five individuals already in attendance a mix of mostly couples with the occasional single man hanging around. We'd been told nights could get into the hundreds but this was our first time here so we were relying on the recommendations of friends. Either way Master wanted to come early so we had, I wasn't in a position to object, tonight was a punishment for me.
Master had been working hard recently; we'd moved in together to a house I'd inherited from an aunt. Things had been going fast between us but slow to the outside world - we hadn't even met each others parents yet. Master had to travel a lot at first and thanks to other parts of the inheritance I worked part time for a charity (Women's support ironically) meaning I had a lot of free time. Free time I had misused.
It started off small, harmless flirting online but quickly spiralling to more. I was careful to always leave my face out of photos that were public but in private messages I wasn't so cautious. I'd ended up playing games with myself and others. Or rather I always had been but had neglected to tell Master about that part of my kink. Trying to leave it behind me when he became part of my life. It hadn't worked and I had grown bolder over time.
What started off as nudes had turned into the most depraved messages paired with humiliating photos. I was involved with a group who would fill USB drives with such things and hide them in the world to be found for a short time. A so called "Timebomb challenge". I'd done several, pictures and videos of me nude or fucking animalistic dildos were hidden in local parks and risked for a cheap thrill. I knew people in my city were hunting them. I recieved several photos of people getting close, but I hadn't been beaten yet and had successfully recovered each drive.
Still I taunted, sharing pics to the people hunting me and one of those unfortunately got posted online and picked up by a scraper bot.
It wasn't much, just my tits but it showed my bedroom. Master recognised it.
He went digging, he found my hidden world, he leaned about the risks I was taking, he learned about my plans for another one.
When I left to play my game he followed me. I hid the USB in a place I thought it wouldn't be found, but that wasn't the case, he picked it up as soon as I left and several days later confronted me with it all.
Today was my punishment. I was going to be hurt, I was going to be fucked. A lot in both cases. I'd given him agency to do whatever he wanted to me and he intended to make sure that if I wanted humiliation, that is what I was going to get.
"Follow whore," was the instruction and we walked to the bar, a beer for him, a water for me. I was not allowed the cloak of alcohol tonight.
We looked around the club a little, apart from the bar there was a giant hot tub that looked really inviting though it stank of chlorine.
A room near to it filled with multiple large beds where some couples were already beginning some softer play which aroused my interest, as you may have guessed from the reason for us being here I have always enjoyed having an audience.
Finally there was a dungeon room outfitted with multiple restraint points, chairs and benches, all currently vacant.
As we returned to the bar area we became aware of an older man - probably in his fifties so double my age. Idly stroking his cock while watching me walk, not out and out wanking, just playing with it like it was a fidget toy. My Master chuckled as he lent against the bar, turning me to present my front to the man. I kept my eyes down, avoiding Master's gaze.
"Seems like he likes you slut."
'Yes Master.'
"You know him?"
'No Master.'
"We should probably teach him a lesson about manners and patience don't you agree slut?"
'Yes Master.'
Master paused for a moment thinking, then he unclipped the lead from my collar
"Go suck his dick slut, waste his load for the night."
'Yes Master.' I intoned, walking towards the man.
I'd sucked dick on demand before though only once or twice for Master. He knew well that a previous Master had used me to satisfy his friends perversions and his own debt having me sell access to my body for literally pennies to teach me my value, he also knew I thrived on such use and humiliation so there was no hesitation in my willingness to follow his command.
'Sir' I said to the man 'This sluts Master notes that you are enjoying the sight of it body and invites you to use this slaves throat rather than your hand if you desire?'
"Err what?" The man said dumbfounded as my Master laughed
I dropped to my knees opening my mouth and extending a saliva covered tongue, his wrinkled semi flaccid cock was less than a hands width from my nose. "Would you like this slave to suck your cock Sir?"
'You're kidding?'
I placed my hands on his thighs, a cheap cotton pair of trousers that had been unbuttoned to allow him to jerk. "No Sir, this slave would rather enjoy doing so."
"Oh, erm, OK then?"
Permission secured I brought my mouth forward and down tightening my lips around his semi-rigid shaft as I sucked him into my face. Unshaven wild pubes and the smell of sweaty balls both tickled my nostrils. He obviously hadn't showered before coming out so without my intervention wouldn't have come close to a warm hole tonight.
My tongue worked inside his retreating foreskin and worked his glans. The tang of piss quickly faded as I worked more saliva around his rapidly hardening cock. I began bobbing my head up and down his average length - around the same size as Master's though a little girthier. I let drool escape my lips with a pornographic squelching noise as I face fucked myself on his rod in what had become my trademark messy blow job.
He lasted almost a full five minutes with my jaw around his cock and my hand massaging his balls. I'd added some fake deep moans to suggest to him that I might even cum just from this. I think he was trying to resist but the outcome was inevitable and he came in my throat as I pinned his hips to the couch with my shoulders. He could not escape me using him as instructed.
Swallowing his load I stood up wiping my mouth clean of spit and adjusting my mask to keep the top half of my face covered (as much as lace can) 'This slut hopes you enjoyed her use and wishes you an enjoyable evening' I said to him before returning to Masters side.
Master, for reasons I did not understand at the time but soon would had procured a bucket that he handed me to hold as he reattached the lead to my neck.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the evenings entertainment is about to begin in the dungeon." the barman said speaking into a microphone that reverberated his voice with a tinny quality throughout the club.
The background music swiftly came back to replace it but multiple interested heads looked up and began gathering their things.
The dungeon is where Master began leading me and a sinking feeling told me it was related to the announcement.
I was right it seemed. Master picked up a stool from the bar and carried it, his bag, and the loop of my leash straight to a small stage area at the rear of the dungeon. He placed the stool center stage and motioned for me to sit on it which I dutifully did placing the bucket on my lap with no clear reason for it yet.
People filtered in over a few minutes, taking seats around the dungeon, some sat on equipment or in chairs positioned to allow clear view of individuals who may be restrained, all in about 30 people were looking at us.
"Thank you all for coming along." Master spoke, enthusiasm in his sweet voice. This was the loudest I'd ever heard him, he had never shouted in anger to me or anyone to my knowledge.
"I know there wasn't a demonstration scheduled for tonight but the barman was kind enough to let me do a little thing and Sarah here," He patted me on my head "Is a little exhibitionist slut who likes to be seen, isn't that right slave?"
'Yes Master.' It was true, between the blow job and the audience staring at my effectively nude body the crotch of the suit could probably have been rung out.
"Well tonight, you're all going to get to see all of her!" he promised them. Stepping behind me he took something out of his bag. The people watching gasped and he flicked a switch that caused something in his hand to start vibrating at high speed.
Oh god I thought, he's going to make me cum infront of them.
