Chapter 7

Eric had just received his first drink in exchange for the token, and was trying to act nonchalant and uninterested as countless leather clad beauties brushed by him; their feminine essences mixed with the scent of their leather- for him a smell synonymous with domination- had his cock quivering to an erection. Each one of the women simply oozed natural superiority; he knocked the drink back and held the glass forward to order another; how was he to make the breakthrough with one of these confident and commanding women? The thrill of being laughed at and rejected might suffice in him allowing himself a generous masturbation session later, but he yearned for at least a discussion with a member of the superior sex. The eyes of the girl behind the bar gave him a contemptuous look, and then moved from his line of vision with a smile; Eric felt a presence next to him.

"I'll get that." The male voice belonging to the presence, looked at Eric somewhat nervously; Eric was about to advise him that he wasn't gay, when he continued his order.

"And a Vodka and coke, Brandy and lemon, Buck's Fizz, and a Margaux" The smiling waitress took in the order as Pierre looked over the head of Eric and nodded in the direction of his superiors. She had witnessed such a scenario many times before; a lone male appears at the bar nervously, on his own, then leaves later; starry eyed as though stunned, like a lamb to the slaughter in the charge of a victorious looking dominatrix.

"And the same again for you mister? Or would you like a double?" Eric was a little fazed by her simple question as he looked across the softly lit nightclub in the direction of Pierre's nod.

"Well mister?" Eric had noted that all males were addressed as 'mister' at this club; 'sir' with all its lordly connotations was strictly taboo at this establishment. His jaw dropped as he focused on the four women; three of whom he recognised from earlier, despite the tiny masks, which added to the eroticism but did little to hide the wearer's identity.

"Errr ... ahh ... just a single please." His mind went from kneeling, to whips, leather and complete and utter servitude as his cock stiffened on viewing the shapely and assertive middle aged beauty that was Victoria once more. Pierre lent to his ear.

"My mistress and her eloquent friends demand that you attend them." Eric's balls tingled at the word 'demand'; his fabricated guard was dissolving rapidly, though still extremely nervous, his submissive side was waxing as his nonchalance waned. The knowing bar-girl sneered with pleasure as he almost fell from the stool he had occupied; regardless of how many times she saw it, seeing a male on his way to being dominated for the first time was always a sweet thrill for her; her pussy tingled with satisfaction as she watched Eric walk sheepishly along with Pierre to no doubt begin a life of servitude. Yet another male appeared at the bar with a token, feebly trying to attract her attention as she watched Eric's progress to get the briefest account of his introduction to the superior sex; she gave the new customer a brief sneer to the side, ensuring he knew she was ignoring him purposely until it suited her; the token bearer's cock stiffened at the look; he was now sure he had entered heaven too.

Still out of earshot of the women, Pierre whispered to Eric; keeping his face as expressionless as he could.

"Trust me, if you are submissive you will be a very lucky man if one of these ladies decides to acquire your services; I have heard so much already about their 'circle' from my mistress; your life will be changed forever." Eric was in danger of losing complete control of his legs as they approached the table, which was raised by a couple of steps on a platform above the main floor; he could not help but see Victoria's delicious legs clad in the tight leather, Cherie's buxom thighs in the short Skirt, Wanda who sat in the middle and held her head, chin up in a thoroughly superior manner, as she toyed with a wicked crop. Pierre's mistress Lola stood in her leather jodhpurs and sleeveless leather top; her slender white arms crossed dominantly, a stern expression on her face as she monitored the return of her new sub.

Lola was very pleased with his promising performance so far, though she would not let him see or know it; he had shown complete obedience at each of the evening appointments she'd had with him, tonight she'd take him home and he would be tested to the full under intimate circumstances; she knew instinctively he'd be wearing her ring of ownership about his balls very shortly. Lola almost raised a smile as he returned having completed another task, but quickly ensured a sneer was all Pierre saw, as she pointed to the floor beside her without saying a word. Eric's ball's tingled as he watched Pierre drop to his knees beside his sneering mistress without hesitation.

The other women did not bat an eyelid at Pierre's actions; this was the norm for them, and they were all eyes upon Eric, who felt uneasily like a fly about to be entwined in inescapable silk; Victoria was as nervous as he at that point but maintained a studied stare on her prey and licked her lips, Cherie and Wanda obligingly re-arranged themselves; Eric was accommodated between Cherie and Victoria. It was the one and only time the women would move for him; his escape was now blocked by Cherie who looked him up and down, and crossed her legs once more; displaying her huge thighs to good effect, thighs which any submissive male would long to be spanked upon. Wanda was ready to interrogate him; she was not one to mince her words and had an uncanny knack of determining a male's level of submissiveness at first sight.

Eric sat uncomfortably with the flaps of his jacket carefully placed over his crotch to hide the bulge which betrayed his excitement; he was overheating due to his predicament in the otherwise coolly air conditioned club, and beads of sweat developed on his forehead as he took in the even hotter persona he now sat with. He relaxed slightly; he looked back to see the bar-girl smiling in his direction as she served the next token-bearer; he could not believe he had walked in, and now come this far without even saying 'hello' to a woman; he would not be allowed to maintain silence much longer.

Cherie had processed many males and would ensure that Eric was both comfortable, and hiding nothing from them. Eric felt powerless as her hands slipped around the inside of the collar of his jacket.

"Oh you poor thing, you are too hot in that; let's take it from you." Eric took a deep breath and smiled feebly as Cherie took charge of his jacket, exposing the bulge he then tried in vain to conceal by crossing his legs. His bulge was not helped by Victoria who was now also relaxing; she too, crossed her legs slowly ensuring he saw her exquisite camel-toe; her shaven pussy, now nicely aroused in the soft leather, tingled all the more as she sensed the power she had over a male for the very first time; she took the short whip from her bag and flexed it in her elegant manicured hands. Wanda 's pussy bulged with admiration as Victoria took the initiative and smiling confidently, let him hear her voice for the first time as his cock stiffened uncontrollably at the delicious sight before him.