Chapter 26: The Night Club

Originally I thought Xara’s and my dominant-submissive relationship should be a closely guarded secret, and that I should hide my submission from everyone but Drax. As time goes on, I become comfortable with living in thrall to Mistress Xara’s control. My submission to Xara becomes harder to hide, and unnecessary in many situations. Generally, the people she and I meet accept our relationship for what it is, and they don’t take liberties with me when I’m out of Xara’s sight.

Drax knew about my submission to Xara from the outset, of course. And Plug had no difficulty in accepting Xara’s and my relationship as something acceptable, if slightly abnormal. I don’t need to hide my symbols of slavery while at work, although I don’t openly advertise the presence of my chastity belt. The only concession Xara made to Plug was to remove the vibrator from my cunt while I’m at work.

Now that I have the ‘Purple Princess’ to ride on, Mistress Xara and I sometimes take our bikes out for a spin around the local area. My classic Agusta is easily recognised among the far more modern motorbikes. More than a few motorbike enthusiasts come up to talk to me when we stop. Before long I acquire the nickname ‘Princess’, which soon gets widely used. Even Xara stops calling me ‘slave’ in the house, and starts calls me ‘princess’ instead. Not that the change of name alters her treatment of me in any way, nor my total devotion to satisfying her every whim.

I start wearing my leather jacket more often when I’m outside the house, although Xara insists that I wear a skirt or dress underneath. I’m only permitted to wear my leather trousers when we are going for a long ride on the bikes, and those are the only occasions where her ‘no underwear’ rule is relaxed.

One Friday evening Mistress Xara takes me to a night club she used to frequent before I arrived in her life. It’s our girls night out, and I’m okay with it blatantly being a lesbian club. Inside the club, Mistress Xara and I can openly display the nature of our relationship. While most couples there are in ordinary romantic relationships, we aren’t the only dominant-submissive pair. However, I seem to be the only submissive to be wearing a chastity belt. I notice that Xara tends to socialise with other pairs in a similar relationship to ours. Unlike Xara, the couples we meet are wealthy, well healed women who indulge in bondage play as nothing more than a sexy game. Xara, and to a lesser extent, me, are regarded as wild and exotic. That’s partly because of our biker connections, but mainly because our dominant-submissive lifestyle has progressed far beyond a game. To both of us it is a way of life.

Could I ever go back to living the sort of life I lived before I met Drax and Xara? I don’t want to, but I think I could manage. However, I sense that in doing so, a part of me would be missing. While I have surrendered a lot of my freedom, I have ample time when I’m only minimally under Xara’s direct control. The wifi controlled vibrator is used sparingly, and only when I’m in suitable surroundings. The chastity belt and collar are simply comforting reminders that I’m beholden to Xara’s commands. By satisfying the submissive side to my nature, I have become stronger in other aspects of my life. I can now argue and hold my own against even the toughest biker when it comes to the repair shop, even though they are probably aware that the collar around my neck marks me as someone’s submissive slave. That’s something I could never have done without the sense of security and belonging that my submission to Xara has achieved.