Chapter 43: My Master Commands

Nina moved over by the reception desk to see if Gretchen was done. “Are there still people in the gym, Mistress?”

“No. I tossed out the mother-daughter duo while you and Wendy were in the shower. They were the last two, so it’s just us.” She finished shutting down the computer at the desk and turned to flip the reception area lights off. “Okay, that’s it. What did you want to talk about?”

“Why don’t we go to the bar and have a drink? It should be fairly quiet and we can unwind while we talk.”

“You’re being mysterious, but sure. I could use a drink. Are we taking one car, or two?”

“We can easily go in one car. If you want to drive, as long as you drop me back here to get my car, then that will be fine.”

“Alright, let’s do that.” Nina had a little suspicion as to why Gretchen might want to drive, and sure enough, as soon as they were out of the parking lot, Gretchen had a hand on Nina’s thigh, then fingers sliding up and down the folds of her wet pussy.

“For someone who supposedly didn’t get any this afternoon, you sure seem to be pretty wet.”

“I wasn’t lying to you. No tongue got near me, and I did not get to come while I was with Wendy. I really wanted to, but it didn’t work out that way. Wendy got to come several times, as did the mother and daughter, but not me.”

Gretchen let out an evil-sounding chuckle. “You poor thing. Wet and horny and no one to deal with it. If I tell you you’re not allowed to come the rest of the night, you’re going to be pretty bummed, aren’t you?” As she spoke they had arrived at a red light, so Gretchen took the opportunity to slide two fingers deeply into Nina’s vagina and used her thumb to lightly strum Nina’s clitoris.

Nina couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped her mouth, but she managed to keep control enough to say, “It is the life of the slave. Ours to give and not necessarily to receive. I accept that it is part of the lifestyle.”

“You’ve really come along these past months. I’m impressed, and proud of you, little one.” She flipped her thumb back and forth over Nina’s clit, feeling the muscles of her channel clench on her fingers. “Of course, I know you’ll never turn down an orgasm if you think you can get one.”

Nina hissed in a breath as she could feel that orgasm getting very close. “Of course not, Mistress. Are you going to be giving me one?”

Gretchen pulled her fingers back out, but moved them up slightly to very lightly rest on Nina’s clit. She started tapping it gently, knowing that the stimulation would keep Nina very close to the edge, but that it wouldn’t likely be enough to tip her over. “I think you already know the answer to that, you hungry little slut.”

Nina sighed theatrically, and said, “Well, a girl can dream. Even a slutty one like me.”

Gretchen started laughing at the comment, and was still chuckling as she pulled her hand back to concentrate on parking the car. “C’mon slut. Let’s go get that drink and have a chat.”

The lounge was, as usual, dimly lit and they couldn’t see too many people, although there did seem to be a fair number clustered around the bar. The hostess seated them in one of the booths, and one of the waitresses quickly arrived to take their drink orders. Nina gave Gretchen a bit of a smirk and asked Gretchen, “Are we going to play any games with our waitress, like we did with Wendy?”

“No, there really isn’t much point. Since they’re all slaves, they’ll do what we want without any hesitation, so most of the fun will be taken out of it. Face it, if I tell one of them to get under the table and lick you, they’ll just do it, so there’s no challenge in it.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Although I really could use that licking.”

“Slut.” Just then their drinks arrived. They had each ordered a glass of wine. After they had taken a slip, Gretchen turned to look at Nina and asked, “So what did you want to talk about?”

Nina put her glass down, took a deep breath and turned to look at her Mistress. “My Master has commanded that I am to be your full-time slave until he returns.”

Gretchen’s jaw dropped and her eyes got very wide. “Your what!?”

“My Master. He says I am to be your slave for about a week.”

“Who is this Master? Have you been taken in by someone else?”

Nina decided that she needed to end the little game she was playing at Gretchen’s expense. “It’s Scott. He kind of became my Master last night, and he’s decided that I should be a slave more than a wife, at least until he tells me otherwise.”

“How the hell did this happen?”

“Well, that was kind of interesting. Scott managed to get a night back at home from the project he’s working on, so he decided to take me to a club that he apparently knew about. It’s some kind of ... I guess you’d have to call it a club for masters and slaves. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going. When we got there, he made me strip, then he put a collar and cuffs on me, and a leash.” Nina took another sip of her wine before continuing.

“He told me that for the rest of the night he was ‘Master’ and I had no name. He took me out into a big room where there were lots of people. Some of them were tied up, some of them were getting fucked, and a few of them were getting whipped. He hooked my cuffs to an overhead bar and blindfolded me, then walked away and left me. I was pretty scared.”

“I can imagine. I think I might know this club. Where was it located?” Nina gave Gretchen the general location, and she said, “Yeah, I do know that place. I’ve been there several times. It’s not quite as extreme as some of them. They have some pretty rigid limits on what you can do to a slave, so there’s no bloodshed.”

“Did your former master take you there?”

“No, I’ve only been there as a Mistress. They have several slaves who are available to get used, and there are always masters or mistresses who bring their own slaves and make them available as part of their training, or just because it’s all part of the life.”

“Just like going out for an evening?”

“Well, most of the time when I’ve gone there it’s been because my own slave has decided that she doesn’t want to spend time with me, so I have to look for someone else’s tongue.” She could see Nina roll her eyes, but her slave wisely didn’t say anything. “Do that again and I might have to spank you, or offer up your ass for someone else to spank.”

“Yes, Mistress. I apologize Mistress.”

“Smartass slut. So, what happened after you were hung up for sale?”

“Well, it was kind of odd. All kinds of people were checking me out, so I was getting felt up and grabbed a lot. There was some kind of tag or something on my collar, because different Masters would look at it, then make a comment about not being able to fuck me. One of them used his fingers on me, and there was someone, his slave I guess, who was hitting my ass with a crop and making me fuck myself on her Master’s fingers until I came.”

“I think I know what was going on. What colour was your collar?”

“It was red. And I know Scott was handed a basket of what the assistant referred to as ‘limits or exceptions’, whatever that meant.”

“Okay, here’s the deal. The colour of your collar is basically like an advertisement. It tells people what they are permitted to do to you. There is no official standard, though, so the rules vary depending on the club. For example, at some clubs a white collar means that the slave wearing it cannot be touched. Even if they are cuffed, or tied up, they are only permitted to observe, and no one can even touch them. At other clubs, the collar that means ‘don’t touch’ is decorated to look like a road hazard sign, with black and yellow stripes.”

“So, what did my red collar mean?”

“At that club, red means ‘available for play, penetration permitted’.”

“So, Scott was basically hanging me out there for anyone to do anything they wanted?”

“Well, not really. A red collar means that there might be limitations on what can be done to you. In your case, I’d say that the tags he hung on your collar said, ‘no fucking’, or words to that effect, and maybe some other restrictions. If he had given you a black collar, then that would mean you could be used for anything. You could be fucked, even anally, whipped, or even gang-banged. A black collar basically means, ‘no limits’, and no exclusions are allowed. It’s only for the most extreme slaves or pain sluts.”

“Wow! I guess I should be happy that he seemed to know what he was doing. He said he was never more than a few feet away from me, but I couldn’t tell because of the blindfold.”

“Yeah, that kinda heightens the experience, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll say. Especially when someone started fucking me while someone else was cropping my ass.”

“Somebody fucked you? Even with the tags on your collar?”

“Oh, it turned out to be okay in the end. It was Scott who was fucking me, but I couldn’t tell and I nearly had a total meltdown in the parking lot when we left. I knew I had to tell him that someone had fucked me, but I was afraid he would divorce me, since fucking is a hard limit on what I’m allowed to do.”

“Did he tell you it had been him?”

She chuckled at the memory. “Yeah, but not until we were home and in the shower together. I told him I was going to rip his cock off and throw it in a dumpster. He was pretty apologetic after that, especially while I was still holding his cock.”

“I can imagine.”

“The crazy part was that, when he fucked me in the club, while I was blindfolded and hanging from that bar, he did me harder than he ever has before, it was like two animals doing it and yet I came like crazy. It was probably the hardest, and the best, raw fucking I have ever had, and I loved it. I think it was the whole lack of control thing, just like the first time you did me. He just took control, just like you did, and I was just there as the sex toy with no choice in the matter. I have to admit that being used like that just turned me on like crazy.”

“I’m not surprised. It’s part of what makes you so submissive.” She took another sip of wine while she thought about what to say. “Maybe we should explore a few sessions like that to see how you react. Maybe get the five horny lesbians in and just hand you over in collar and cuffs.”

“Uh-huh. I know. I’m the slave, so if that’s what you decide then I won’t have any choice.”

“Damn straight. Like you said, you live to give, not receive. However, I’d be willing to bet that at least a few of those lesbians would want to fuck you with a dildo or a strap-on, so you likely would get to come after all.”

“I’d probably have a sore jaw or a sore pussy after it was over.”

“Oh, more than likely. You might even have a sore ass from the cropping or whipping, but that would be from me. I still wouldn’t let anyone whip you except me.”

“I suppose I should be thankful for that.”

“Well, of course. You should know I will not knowingly let anyone hurt you.”

“Knowingly?”

“Well, if I’ve loaned you out to some other Mistress, or arranged a slave swap, then I might not have that level of control. However, I wouldn’t loan you to someone who I don’t know, or who I know likes to hurt her slaves.”

“So, likely not to Margo, but maybe to Mistress Ruth?”

“Definitely never to Margo. If I did that I’d probably get you back slashed to ribbons by those damn nails of hers. On the other hand, Ruth is almost a definite. In her case, you’d probably come back as a puddle of goo and not want any sex for a week. She does her slaves so much they beg for time off, but they all love her.”

“Well, I have experienced her tongue once, and she’s felt mine, so I know a little bit about what to expect.”

“True, she isn’t a complete unknown to you.” Gretchen picked up her wine again and said, “To get back to the original topic: your Master has handed you over to me?”

Nina had a sip of courage, then turned to look her Mistress in the eye. “He has told me that, henceforth, whenever he is away I belong to you as your full-time slave. He has also told me that I am no longer permitted to dole out my availability in bits and pieces. If he is to be away for an extended time, I am to inform you in advance how long that period will be.”

“Hmm. So, how long is he gone for this time?”

“He told me it would be at least a week. As soon as he knows when he will return, I will let you know.”

“So, tell me. How does this new arrangement sit with you?”

Nina thought for a moment, then slowly answered. “I won’t try to hide it. It’s strange. He has told me that I am to consider myself a slave, either his or yours, unless he tells me that I am his wife. I don’t know if not being his wife is something I can deal with. It will probably take me some time to sort out all of this in my mind.”

After another sip of wine, she continued, “The reality is that I have no one to blame for this, except myself. I went into this with my eyes open. I made myself a slave too, thinking it would be limited to the gym. It quickly expanded beyond that because I gave you total control of my sexuality, so I got into sexual situations that I could have walked away from but didn’t. Once Scott found out about our relationship, he was the one that removed the ‘only in the gym’ restriction, but he did allow me to decide how long I would be your total slave when he was away. That let me do it in small pieces, but now he’s taken that away from me.”

“And does that scare you?”

“A little. Obviously, I know what it’s like to be your slave, but I’ve experienced what can happen when you have full control. My tattoo is a perfect example. I know you took a lot of trouble to not make it permanent, but it still scared the hell out of me when you had Ronnie do it. If I’m your full-time slave, I’m afraid that you might want to make permanent changes to my body, and that part really scares me. Seeing Ronnie’s assistant is another perfect example of that. I really don’t want a chain running through my nipples.”

“Just so you know, I’m not a huge fan of body modifications, especially extreme ones. What Ronnie does to her slaves is way out there.”

“But what about your piercings? I’m a little surprised that you don’t have tattoos, but you know what kind of reaction I had the first time I saw your piercings.”

“Yeah, I guess that cave you were raised in has kind of faded into the past these days.”

“And how. But back to your piercings...”

“Well, you have to remember that those were done to me by my Master. I didn’t really have any choice.”

“But you haven’t removed them since you stopped being a slave.”

“That’s mainly because I just got so used to them that they kind of faded into the background.” She gave Nina a crooked grin. “Besides, they make me look really badass when I’m trying to seduce cute little submissives who just wander into my den of iniquity.”

“Yes Mistress, they do have an effect, at least on virgins like me.”

“There’s a ship that’s sailed, for sure. To get a little more serious, if you need some time to sort out your feelings about this change in the relationship of the triangle that is you, me and Scott, just let me know. Regardless of whether I own you or not, I will not get between you and your husband. If he wants to give you to me that’s his business, but you’re the affected party here.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I appreciate that.”

Just then they heard music playing and both looked up. There was a band starting to play on the stage, and they both noticed that a small thrust stage was being extended from the main stage. “Well, that’s new. I haven’t been here for a couple of weeks, so I didn’t know they were starting to have live music.”

“They must be using all-girl groups. I can’t see them letting guys in here, even if they are part of the band, or roadies.”

Gretchen nodded at Nina’s comment, and started tapping her fingers on the table, in time with the music. After a minute, she turned to Nina. “You know, slut, I think you should get on the stage and dance for everyone. I think it might help take your mind off things.”

“Mistress?”

“It’s not like you haven’t danced in here before. You did it on leather night. As I recall, that night it was your idea.” Nina could tell that Gretchen wasn’t going to back down, and as a slave she had no choice. She was, after all, Gretchen’s full-time slave. She took a large gulp of her wine, set the glass down and started to move out of the booth.

“Oh, there’s one other thing,” said Gretchen. Nina swung her head to look at her, afraid of what the ‘one other thing’ might be. “Leave your clothes. You can keep your stockings. If you can’t dance in those shoes you can take them off when you get there.”

Nina swallowed hard, but knew there would be no reprieve. She started undoing the buttons of her blouse and asked, “How long should I dance?”

“Oh, when the band takes a break should be long enough. Remember, have fun.”

As she stepped out of her skirt, she said, “Yes, Mistress.”

Nina had been naked, or close enough to it, in this bar before, but she also knew that being naked would make her a target for everyone else. She took another deep breath, squared her shoulders, and strode purposefully toward the stage. The band was in the middle of a rock song when she got there, and she saw a small set of stairs at one side of the stage, so getting up and down would be easy.

She climbed up, then moved to the front of the thrust stage and let the music wash over her. She started moving with the sounds, and before long she was fully immersed in the song, and moving in time with it. A couple of the band members saw her and moved up alongside, grinning at her antics, but not ordering her off the stage.

The song ended but the band smoothly moved into a new piece, this one with a pounding beat and several solos. Nina realized that the band members were actually very good musicians, and that enabled her to partially forget that she was naked on a stage in front of everyone in the bar.

As the song drew to a thunderous close, she saw that people were moving to stand around the stage, watching her dance. She could also feel herself getting warm from the exertion, and thought she might be glowing with the first hints of perspiration.

The next time she looked out, the crowd had grown and she could see money being held up by some of the women. It reminded her of the last time she had danced. That night she had made several hundred dollars, but she had also ended up having sex during her dance. She didn’t think that would happen this time, but she did dance near one edge of the stage. A hand grabbed her leg and a bill was slid into the top of her stocking.

She grinned down at the person who had tipped her, and moved away before the woman could reach up to touch anything else. She threw a glance toward Gretchen, but her response was to hold up her glass of wine in a toast, so Nina knew she had to keep dancing.

Oddly enough, the longer she danced, the more energized she became, and she realized that she was also getting more and more turned on by being naked in front of all of these people. She wasn’t turning it into a sexual exhibition. She didn’t touch her breasts or pussy. She acted just like a 70s go-go dancer, albeit one with clothes on. But the experience was still making her arousal increase, and she thought that maybe some part of her new-found slave psyche relished the exhibitionism.

She had a quick flash to Scott’s comment that morning about the way she dressed, and what he might have her wear when they went out for an evening. The thought struck her that she would probably go along with whatever he wanted her to wear, regardless of how much of her body might be exposed. The experience would probably simply serve to make her want to have sex with him, as energetically and as often as possible.

More hands were holding money, so Nina started working the edges of the stage and letting their owners slide the bills into her stockings. A few of the hands also slid over her pussy, or squeezed her ass, but she did her best to ignore them. As horny as she was, she didn’t want to end up putting on a sex show for the crowd. The hands that were touching her pussy weren’t helping with her desire, but she did her best to push the feelings to the back of her mind, and just lose herself in the dancing.

After one more song, the band announced that they were taking a break, so Nina looked over toward Gretchen again. This time she waved a hand in a ‘come here’ gesture, so Nina moved to the steps and climbed down off the stage. She was immediately surrounded by the women who had been watching her, and this time there were too many hands to avoid.

Her breasts were being mauled, her nipples got pulled and squeezed, she could feel a hand in the cleft of her ass, and at least one hand managed to put fingers in her pussy, finding it very wet. She could also tell that even more money was being slipped into the tops of her stockings. She did her best to struggle through the crowd and finally made it back to her booth.