Recollections of a Happily Owned Girl Part 1: Anticipation
I really am a better reader than writer, but I guess since this is my joint, it's up to me to get this started...
Title: Recollections of a Happily Owned Girl - part 1: Anticipation Genre: Original Fiction Pairing: F/F/F Warning: WIP (part 2 coming tomorrow) A/N: Work of fiction, any resemblance to actual events is entirely coincidental. Originally posted on my livejournal.
Saturday night we got ready to go to the club as usual. I held up a couple of outfits so Master could choose. Naturally she choose the one that barely covered my ass and i silently cursed my decision to pack it. I slipped on a black thong, a black lacy bra, and stepped into the shiny black dress. It was skin tight, so Sir kindly helped me zip it up. as i bent to buckle the straps of my high heels around my ankles, i realized that any position that wasn't 100% vertical was going to leave my lower half completely exposed.
When we arrived, i stepped out of the car, and knelt down on the cold cement. Master held my collar out for me to kiss and as my lips grazed the stiff leather my heart skipped a beat in anticipation. The moment it was fastened around my neck, her finger slid through the center ring, and i was prompted to my feet. Master strode towards the club, pulling me behind her without a backward glance. i followed less the gracefully behind making every attempt to not twist an ankle or fall on my face as i navigated the "quaint" cobblestoned street in my four inch strappy sandles.
The club was not very busy and it occured to me that perhaps some of the usual crowd found it difficult to come up with a good enough excuse for abandoning their families on a holiday weekend. Master snapped at me to drop the bag in the usual place. Strike one, I thought, as I hurriedly complied. That was not something i should have to have been told. Before turning back to my Master I retrieved a set of thick leather cuffs from the bag. I handed them to my Master, and lined up my wrists behind my back. I sighed with relief as she buckled them into place, the nights she decided not to do so always unnerved me. I never knew what to do with my hands.
I stood, eyes cast down, waiting to follow Master's lead. I could hear Sir engaged in conversation a few feet away. Master reached out and tilted my head up until I was looking her in the eyes. She looked positively evil, which produced in me, a most unfortunate need to laugh. There was nothing funny about her, but nervousness sadly often makes me want to giggle. I managed to swallow my laugh, but it was too late, she knew the look on my face and didn't hesitate to slap it off of me. Three times in rapid succession. Face slapping was not in our usual repertoire, although it was by no means off limits either. One usually left me ridiculously turned on, three made me think fuck that hurt, I seriously need not to laugh anymore. Of course, it also caused my cunt to throb in a vague manner.
When Master and Sir were ready to play i followed them to our usual room. It was not in the back, which had advantages and disadvantages. The main advantage was that the room was relatively small, so they could control the space and no one else would be playing anywhere in our vicinity unless they were invited. The main disadvantage was that full nudity was not permitted in the front half of the club, so the thong and bra would stay on. Of course, those two items barely covered anything, so this really wasn't that huge of a disadvantage. I folded my dress neatly and placed it on a folding chair in the corner, then removed my heels and tucked them underneath the chair. I remained facing the wall until Master and Sir were ready for me.
Sir approached me from behind and secured a blindfold around my head as i whispered, "Thank you, Sir." Sometimes "subspace" hit me the minute walked out the door, or entered the club, other nights it came on a bit slower. We always drew a crowd, and while i knew they were there, sinking into the correct frame of mind on these other nights was always easier if i couldn't see them.
Sir then guided me towards a large metal ring embedded into the red brick wall and attached me to it. I leaned foward a bit pressing my forehead briefly against the rough surface and took a deep breath to calm myself down. The truth was the thin strip of black lace between my legs was probably already soaked by the time we'd entered the club, and everything after had slowly built my anticipation towards what was now moments from happening. Coming without permission was never a good idea.