Laura's Night Out
Laura looked in the mirror and inspected her outfit. The PVC dress that Mark
had bought for her was so brief it showed off her stocking tops, and so low cut
that her breasts were in danger of falling out, especially when she leaned
forward.
Still, he had insisted that she wear it, and she knew not to disobey his orders.
On her feet were 5" high heeled shoes, making walking very difficult, and a gold
slave chain on her left ankle. Solid gold earrings, another present from her
Master, adorned her ears.
She had visited the hairdressers that afternoon, and her face was beautifully
made up.
All in all, she looked quite attractive, if not a little tarty, she thought.
She had asked him earlier where they were going that evening, and was told
briefly, "You'll see, I guarantee you'll like the place"
Mark came into the bedroom where Laura was still examining her appearance. "Wow!
You look fantastic! I knew that the dress would suit you"
He was wearing, a pair of black leather trousers, along with a very tight black
T-shirt that showed off his physique.
They set of in his car, with him still refusing to tell her where they were
going.
In time, she found that they were driving onto an Industrial Estate.
Laura was puzzled, she had guessed that they were going for a meal in a
Restaurant, although she did wonder whether they would be allowed in, with her
squeezed into the tiny PVC dress.
Mark stopped outside a large building; it appeared to be popular, as the car
park was nearly full.
"Look at that!" exclaimed Laura, not believing her eyes. A man dressed in PVC
trousers was walking a woman attired in a leather catsuit by a lead attached to
a collar around her neck.
"You'll see a lot more than that before the night's out," replied Mark
For Laura the truth finally dawned
"Now I know where you're taking me," she said, "to a BDSM party"
"Nearly correct," Mark said, "in actual fact, we're going to an SM Night Club"
"Now lift your chin up, slave, you are to be collared"
With mounting excitement Laura did as she was told. Mark fastened a black
studded leather collar 2" wide around her neck and attached a leather lead to
it.
He went around to the passenger side of the car and led Laura out of the car,
"Come on slave, hurry up!" he urged, and led his collared slave across the car
park and into the entrance of the building.
Inside the nightclub Laura was open-mouthed at the sight that met her. There
were subs of both sexes, along with Masters and dommes, all dressed in fetish
style, some were clothed like her in PVC, while others were encased in leather
or rubber. Sometimes it was easy to spot the relationship between a particular
couple, other relationships could only be guessed at…….
Loud music was pounding away and a number of people were gyrating to the sound,
whilst others chatted in groups, or watched a video screen, erotic images
flitting across it. Mark went to the bar, leaving his slave standing with the
lead between her teeth.
Thankfully, no one approached Laura, although a man, a short distance from her
with more pierced body parts than she had ever seen, gazed at her with
undisguised passion.
Mark returned drinks in hand, Laura still trying to appear unconcerned at the
bizarre sights.
"Ladies and Gentleman we have an announcement to make", came the voice of the MC
over the din of the music.
"Master Mark has brought his new slave to our little gathering, and she is to be
taken to the torture room."
Laura nearly dropped her drink in surprise, her face reddening.
Before she knew what was happening Mark was leading her onto the stage.
"Kneel, slave Laura," he commanded in a powerful voice.
Stunned, she knelt in front of her Master on the stage.
"Open your mouth"
She did as she was told
"Wider!"
Mark moved around behind her and she found herself being ball-gagged in front of
the entire gathering.
A blindfold was applied cutting out her sight of the audience.
Her wrists were tied behind her back with a leather strap, a second strap being
used to pull her arms together just above the elbow
She was then led by her Master through the throng towards a heavy studded door
in one corner of the nightclub. Various ribald comments were directed at the
couple, "Sexy Slut, I'd like to have her for an evening" and "Lucky Bastard!"
Mark opened the door and Laura was led stumbling into the room, her high-heels,
bondage and the blindfold making it difficult for her to keep her balance.
When the door was shut behind them, it immediately became very quiet; the room
appeared to be soundproofed from the main area.
The blindfold was checked to make sure that she still could not see, and the
ball-gag was tightened, much to her discomfort.
"Kneel, Laura, my slave" instructed Mark
She followed the order and knelt on the carpeted floor.
A light tug on the collar about her neck, followed by a click, told her that the
studded collar around her neck had been secured to an object.
She heard Mark leave, the heavy door shutting behind him with a clunk.
She considered her situation. She was collared, blindfolded, ball-gagged, arms
secured behind her back, kneeling, dressed in a very small PVC dress and
high-heels…….
Outside the room was an SM nightclub in full swing……..
She had knelt before Mark in front of some very strange people to be gagged and
bound. She had told him that she was an exhibitionist when they first met. Well,
he had certainly tested her statement.
The Bondage precluded any exploration of her surroundings, so she had to wait
for whatever fate her Master had decided for her.
She could not guess how long she remained tethered in the room. It even crossed
her mind that her Master was entertaining another slave elsewhere in the
building.
She vowed to be an even better slave than she had been before, she didn't want
to lose him, only he could satisfy her desires and act out her dreams.
With relief she heard the heavy door open, music briefly flooding into the room,
before it was shut.
She heard footsteps approach……
It suddenly occurred to her, what if it's not Mark, but someone else?
Expert hands unbuckled the straps that secured her arms and the PVC dress was
removed.
"Hands above your head, slave," it was his voice.
She did as she was told and found her wrists being fastened vertically above her
head.
"Now spread your legs".
She shuffled her legs slightly apart, knowing almost immediately, that she would
be expected to spread them much further.
"Much wider than that"
She struggled to comply. Her left ankle was being fastened to something, and
then, after her legs had been tugged yet even wider apart, she felt her right
ankle fastened too.
Tentatively she tried to move her legs inward or outward - No success, she
guessed that she had been secured to a spreader bar. She had seen the device in
some bondage photos that Mark had shown her, but this was the first time that
one had been used on her.
Something was being fastened just above her right knee, and then to her left.
She tried to move her upper legs; once again it proved to be impossible.
Not only had a spreader bar been used on her ankles, but also a shorter one was
keeping her knees apart! She moaned through the ball-gag in helpless surrender.
She wondered if anyone else was in the room watching her Master putting her into
this extreme bondage. She couldn't hear anyone, but of course that didn't mean
anything.
"Up on tiptoes, slave"
She felt her arms above her head being raised even higher, putting her whole
body under tension. She felt something brush against her erect, excited nipples,
and whimpered in surprise and arousal at the feelings just a touch on her
nipples could engender in her.
"I see," said Mark "you want your breasts to receive some attention?"
He started to gently squeeze both her nipples between thumb and forefinger,
causing further whimpering from her ball-gagged mouth.
The sound from her stopped mouth rose in volume, as Laura felt the first bite of
a nipple-clamp on her flesh. The clamps were adjustable and Mark expertly
screwed them down to just the right degree of pressure, the initial sharp pain
of the clamps giving way to a dull ache in her breasts, overshadowed by the
increase in stimulation of her nerve endings.
She was being held almost completely immobile, a strange sensation.
Her arms tight above her head meant that she couldn't move her upper body to any
degree, and the spreader bars held her legs spread and her pussy open and
available.
She felt his skilled fingers teasing and stroking her labia, twitching her hips
forward with a groan when he pulled her lips taught between thumb and
forefinger.
Mark applied his middle finger to her clitoris, and she found herself being
expertly aroused. She knew that she was becoming wet, and when his finger slid
its way into her cunt and started alternately rotating and thrusting, she mewed
as loudly as she could through the gag.
The stimulation suddenly stopped and she waited, her hips slowly rotating with
excitement.
She guessed that he had been preparing her for something.
A cold object was pushed against the entrance to her cunt, and she mewed through
the ball-gag as she felt the object part her labia and insistently slide its way
into her.
The object appeared to be enormous, and she tried in vain to prevent it invading
her body by tensing the muscles of her vagina, but to no avail.
Slowly, remorselessly, the phallus filled her up, until she felt that her cunt
was more stuffed than she had ever experienced….
She heard her Master move behind her and instinct told her that she was also
going to be stuffed in her back passage…..
Sure enough, an object was being pressed against her tight anus. She decided to
accept the inevitable, and relaxed her ass muscles to allow the invader to
enter. This plug was also larger than she had ever entertained there before, and
she let her Master know by the only means possible, a frantic mmming through the
ball-gag.
She was now totally and utterly stuffed front and back.
She felt that she would split in two from the objects that were plugging her.
The objects were briefly manipulated and a vibration started to course through
her pussy, and very shortly afterwards through her rectum.
She wiggled her hips desperately as the two vibrators did their work.
Mark realised that she was approaching her first orgasm, and sternly told her
"Did I say you could come?"
But she was too far gone to stop, and struggled in her bondage as a sledgehammer
orgasm hit her.
Mark caressed her helpless body as the spasms began to subside; She could feel
that she was sweating. He lovingly licked off a trickle as it ran down the side
of her face.
"Of course, I will have to punish you……….. I did not give you permission to
come, slave Laura".
She shook her head blindly, and tried to explain to him through the diabolical
gag.
There was a quick burst of music and a clunk…..
He'd gone………. the room was quiet, she could only hear her breathing and the
occasional creak from the leather straps that secured her, and of course the
buzzing of the infernal vibrators.
She wondered what punishment he had in mind.
Punishing her for an orgasm without permission was only an excuse she realised,
he would have found another reason to exert his authority.
Indeed one day, he had punished her when she had done nothing wrong.
When she asked why, he had replied that he was the Master, and if he chose to
punish her, he didn't need an excuse…………
It occurred to her that outside the room was a heaving mass of people, what if
her punishment was to be left at their mercy? The room was warm but she visibly
shivered at the prospect.
It didn't bear thinking about with her totally and utterly helpless. She pulled
against her arm bondage to try and free herself, she tried to free her legs,
both actions meeting with little success.
Her bonds were far too tight and secure.
She was blindfolded, stretched, stuffed and spread, awaiting further abuse.
Time went very slowly for Laura; she hoped that her Master would come back soon
and take care of her. She had no wish to experience domination at anyone else's
hands.
After what seemed like hours, she heard the heavy door opening and someone
stepping inside the room.
Was it her Master? Her heart raced, she even found herself trying to breathe
quietly to remain as insignificant as possible, in the forlorn hope that whoever
had entered the room would leave her alone.
Footsteps approached the bound and helpless slave.
Laura tried to ask, "who is it?" but as always, all that issued from beneath the
gag was a useless mumble.
She jumped as an object was rubbed lightly against her labia and clitoris.
It was, in fact a thin stick, although her blindfold prevented any visual
identification of the implement. She had to rely solely on the feel through her,
by now, ultra sensitive pussy.
The stick slowly, tantalisingly rubbed against her engorged clitoris, causing
her to involuntarily twitch her hips. All her senses were now focused on the
stimulation of her cunt. She realised that she must be dripping wet, as she
could feel that her poor abused pussy was trickling love juice down both legs.
The stick was rubbed across her clit with a firm, but gentle sawing action.
She mmmmed heavily at this, and wondered whether it was possible to pass out
from too much sexual stimulation.
Whap! She jumped in her bondage as the stick was brought down completely without
warning on her pubic mound. The blow wasn't too hard, but the positioning of it,
along with the sheer surprise, caused her senses to reel.
She realised that she still didn't know who it was that was torturing her, and
hoped desperately that it was her Master
Whap! The stick was again applied to her bulging pussy. Again she jumped at the
shock of it. The unexpected assault on her body was causing a fierce excitement
to burn inside her, and she realised that another orgasm wasn't too far off. She
tried to cut off the encroaching climax. She didn't want to come from this form
of stimulation at the hands of an unknown person.
Whap! Blow three was a bit harder than the previous two; once again Laura
squirmed helplessly in her bonds.
It was with immense relief that she heard Mark's voice - it was him, thank
goodness!
"It's Ok, this is a private room that I've hired for the evening, and only you
and I have admittance."
Laura visibly sagged with relief at this news.
"Now thrust your pussy forward, I want you to present it to me for a whipping."
What could she do? She had no choice but to thrust her hips as far forward as
her bondage would allow.
Whap! The stick again landed on her defenceless bulge, Laura realised that this
stimulation, and the relief at knowing that her Master was the one applying the
blows, was rapidly sending her over the edge.
Whap! The fifth blow did it, she went into an orgasmic dance, her bondage
denying any thrashing of her limbs that would have resulted if she had been free
to move.
Her orgasm took a long time to subside.
She realised that the stuffing, clamping, bondage and blindfolding were keeping
her so close to the edge that only a minimal amount of stimulation was required
from her Master.
The nipple clamps were removed from her breasts and she mmmmed desperately as
the blood returned to her nipples. Blessed relief followed as her Master
lovingly sucked them back to life. The attention to her nipples was all too
short, however, and she passively waited for the next abuse of her helpless
body.
She didn't have too long to wait, as Mark rubbed the stick expertly over her
nipples and breasts, lifting her whole breast with the stick and then letting it
drop, an action that caused her to moan in excitement. The tip of the stick was
used to stimulate her nipples, and once again she felt her excitement building.
Whup! The stick was applied across her breasts, catching her by surprise again.
She should have expected it after the abuse her pussy mound had experienced, but
it just hadn't occurred to her that her tits would be whipped…………….
Whup! Again the thin stick struck her breasts this time just below the nipples.
The blows were expertly applied, just enough to bring a glow to her skin - how
did he know just the right amount of whipping that would turn her on?
Whup! A little lighter this time, but right across her very tender nipples.
Whup! Whup! Two quick strokes, one across each breast.
She couldn't believe that she was being excited from having her breasts whipped.
Before she had met Mark, she had no idea of what happened in this sort of
relationship, and she would not have believed anyone if she had been told
beforehand that this extreme stimulation would turn her on.
Her whole body was shaking with excitement, and her third orgasm hit her just as
hard as the second, Mark cupping her aching breasts in his hands while it washed
over her.
"You've performed very well, my sweet slave," said Mark, in a soothing voice,
"But I haven't finished yet!"
She had no idea what he still had in store for her.
She wondered how many orgasms her body could take, especially after the
unbelievably powerful ones that had already consumed her.
She heard him go behind her helpless form, the cool palms of his hands cupping
her shapely buttocks. He gently increased the speed of the vibrator that was
still firmly embedded in her tight ass. That brought forth another moan from the
ball-gag
"What a nice ass", said Mark, "what do you think that I ought to do to it?"
It was a rhetorical question, he knew she couldn't answer, he was just verbally
tormenting his hapless slave.
The stick was brought into play again, being rubbed over the smooth cheeks of
her ass, and the tip being used to scratch at her skin, the stimulation causing
her buttocks to quiver and shake. It was also tapped firmly against the vibrator
buzzing away in her rectum, each stroke sending an additional shock through her
sensitive anus.
The caressing of her ass suddenly stopped, she knew what was going to happen
next and tensed her ass muscles for the first blow.
No blow came; her Master had seen the reflex response and so resumed the remote
stimulation of her ass with the implement. He waited patiently until Laura had
relaxed her muscles.
Whap! The timing caught her by surprise, the blindfold denying her any advance
warning of the blow.
She tensed her cheeks and waited for the second blow, but her Master, once again
tantalised her with the stick, not only stimulating her ass cheeks and ass crack
with the stick, but also running it over her upper thighs.
Once again Laura relaxed her slightly smarting ass muscles, and once again the
stick struck her rear with a Thwap!
She moaned at this fiendish game he was playing, she could not protect herself
from the blows, her only form of defence was the tensing of her bottom muscles,
and he was denying her even that.
Thwap! Another blow landed very quickly after the other, she gave up trying to
anticipate the meeting of thin whippy wood with flesh, and resigned herself to
her fate.
Her ass was starting to glow, causing a heat to be generated deep inside her.
He's whipping my ass, and I like it, she said to herself, how deep is my
depravity?
The vibrator in her front opening was adjusted up a notch and the speed of the
vibrator in her rear was also increased in speed.
The blows were recommenced on her increasingly red globes.
The strokes were well weighted, just enough to sting and stimulate her, but not
enough to damage her or cause real pain.
She marvelled at his skill in knowing just how hard she wanted the whipping.
She yelled as hard as she could through the ball-gag as her fourth orgasm
consumed her. It seemed different this time, she could only assume that the
spanking of her ass was awakening even more powerful feelings.
Her Master held her body lovingly as she twisted and turned, the unyielding
straps cutting into the flesh of her arms and legs, but even that seemed to
increase the depth of her climax.
Mark partly removed his slave from her Bondage, taking out the ball-gag and
unfastening her hands from the anchor point above her
The vibrator that had been inserted deep in her vagina was removed, but the
smaller vibrator was left in her rectum, with the speed turned down.
"What do you say?" asked Mark
"Thank you, Master" she managed to speak after massaging her jaw from the
effects of the ball-gag.
"Can you remove the spreader bars, please, Master" she asked
"No I haven't finished with you yet"
She wasn't totally disappointed at his reply, but did wonder how much more
erotic sensations she could handle that night
She was still blindfolded and collared, clad in her slightly askew stockings and
tottery high-heels.
"Hands behind your back"
She complied and found herself being fastened in the same manner as earlier in
the night, except that instead of two leather straps being used to secure her
arms behind her, a single leather arm glove was used.
Still blindfolded, she relied on her Master's description of the item. It
encased her arms from her hands all the way up to the tops of her arms, and was
secured around her shoulders rather like the straps of a rucksack.
It also had leather straps on the outside that were pulled tight and buckled up.
This pulled her arms together as one, and also had the effect of making her pert
breasts thrust forward.
"Kneel on the floor again, and open your mouth as wide as possible, Laura"
She did so with difficulty, the spreader-bars and arm-glove making it difficult
to kneel without falling over. Finally she was in position, and compliantly
opened her mouth to its maximum.
She had guessed that she was either going to be gagged or made to suck her
Master's cock, she would have preferred the latter, but it wasn't to be. She
felt a hard, round object being inserted.
It was strange, her mouth had been jammed open by the object, but she could
breathe through her mouth, even make a small whistling noise.
"In case you're wondering, slave, this is a ring gag. It's made from stainless
steel and it has one function - to ensure that your mouth remains open." "For
what?" she tried to say, but speech was impossible.
She hoped that her Master was going to fuck her mouth. But as she had no say in
the matter at, she was willing to accept whatever he had to offer.
"Stand up" came the command.
She struggled to her feet, the 4" heels on her shoes making it especially
difficult to stand.
Her Master steadied her and led her slowly and awkwardly a short way across the
room, legs still strapped to the spreader-bars.
She was positioned in a bent-over posture. This obviously displayed her pussy
and ass provocatively. The cheeks of her ass were stretched beautifully taught
and the spreader-bars ensured that wet pussy was wide open.
He raised her gloved arms so that they were vertical, and she felt the leather
one arm glove being fastened to what transpired was a wooden upright. This had
the effect of keeping her head down and her arms up and above her back. She
could move very little in this position, and could only wait to be used as her
Master saw fit.
In the meantime, Mark took his clothes off and stood behind the helpless Laura,
admiring the shapely legs, the taught ass and the wide open pussy that glistened
with love juice.
His cock was erect and angry; he badly needed relief from his own sexual
desires.
His domination of Laura had been one of the most enjoyable experiences of his
life, and it wasn't over yet!
He placed the bulbous head of his large cock against the entrance to her pussy.
Laura groaned through the ring gag at this, she was desperate for his cock
inside her. The head of his cock rubbed against her swollen clitoris as Mark
took pleasure in the feel of her labia and clit against his sensitive glans.
She tried to move herself back onto his cock, but the Bondage position that she
was in would not allow her. Mark detected the movement and stopped the attempt
with a short, sharp slap to her glowing ass.
"Patience, slave, patience, all in good time".
Having Laura at his mercy, Mark wanted to savour every moment.
He slowly inserted the head of his cock into her pussy, groaning as he did so.
Despite the fact that her pussy had been recently accommodating a large
vibrator, it gripped the head of his cock snugly.
Laura tried to spur her Master on through the ring gag, but only an
incomprehensible sound escaped the metal of the gag, it was slightly more
intelligible than the ball-gag she had worn earlier, but she still could not be
understood.
His cock slid another inch into her pussy, while Mark held her reddened cheeks
with both hands.
"Mmmmm!" exclaimed Laura as she felt the nerve endings in her pussy starting to
work overtime. The vibrator had filled and stimulated her, but her Master's cock
was far better.
Another inch of rock hard cock slid into Laura.
Mark was about half way in at this stage, and was having difficulty in
preventing himself from ramming home his weapon in one long, hard stroke.
At that moment Laura would have given anything to have his cock impale her
completely, but Mark knew that her anticipation was part of the thing that
turned her into a perfect submissive.
Laura tried to stand on tiptoes, she tried to move her hips back on his prick,
she even tried to pull it further inside using her internal muscles, anything to
get more of his beautiful cock deeper inside.
Losing control, Mark rammed the last few inches of rock solid penis into his
slave.
The effect was devastating. The fifth orgasm of the evening ripped through her.
It was so intense that her body twitched uncontrollably. The noise that came out
of the ring gag was indescribable; leaving Mark in no doubt that she had
experienced yet another astonishing orgasm.
Mark now concentrated on fucking Laura for his own pleasure, shafting her long
and hard for a considerable period of time, not stopping as yet another orgasm
ravaged her.
Having partly slaked his desires he slowed down to a long slow stroke inside his
secured slave.
Noting with pride, that once again her juices were trickling down her thighs, he
slapped her ass almost affectionately, saying "You Slut! You're soaking wet!"
He fucked her fast, he fucked her slow, he slid his cock up one side of her
pussy and then up the other side. He even paused with his rod inside her
motionless, just twitching the tip. Laura's pussy was so sensitive by this time
that even this small movement had her jerking uncontrollably.
She fully expected him to empty a considerable quantity of semen inside her, but
it appeared he had other ideas.
She was unfastened from the upright, and once again made to kneel in front of
him.
"Are you ready for some cock sucking, slave?" he asked
Laura tried her best to say to him that she would love to suck his cock.
Knowing that he would not understand her through the gag, she endeavoured to
find the cock that was in front of her, She moved her head blindly this way and
that to locate his member. But her blindfold and bondage made it virtually
impossible.
"Before you suck me you have to prove that you can perform to my satisfaction "
The vibrator that had previously been jammed in her pussy was then eased into
her gagged mouth, and Laura was forced to suck it as best as she could through
the steel ring.
Her Master slid the vibrator in and out of her, quite literally fucking her
mouth.
"Can you taste your juices?" he asked, "That'll teach you to be so wet"
Satisfied with her efforts, he removed the vibrator.
"You've passed the first test"
Mark then held a vial of white liquid to Laura's face and trickled it slowly
into her forcibly held open mouth.
She struggled to accommodate the cold substance.
"I need to know if you are capable of swallowing my spunk."
"This is some that I've saved from when you were not around. Don't worry it's
quite safe….. It's been stored in the fridge"
Laura didn't know whether to try and spit his spunk out or accept it. She was
totally surprised by her Master's ingenuity. She decided to accept her fate, and
swallowed the ice-cold sticky fluid.
"Very good, slave, your Master is pleased with you"
"As you have been such a good subject, I will take off your blindfold while you
suck me"
He did so and Laura, blinking her eyes in the light, was presented with his
long, fat cock. She accepted it into her mouth, and tried to suck it, the
ring-gag making it very difficult, however.
It was easy for him to slide it in and out of her, but she could not close her
mouth around him. Frustrated, she had to passively let him shaft her mouth.
He did so for a considerable period of time. He was using her like a whore,
mercilessly fucking her.
Eventually he stopped and removed the ring-gag, almost immediately plunging
himself back in her.
She responded eagerly by sucking him as erotically as she could, thankful that
the gag had been removed, and thankful that she could finally pleasure him
properly.
"Do you want my spunk, slave?" he groaned, as her ministrations took him to
boiling point.
She mewed an emphatic "Yes!" too turned on to contemplate removing his cock for
even a second.
Her mouth was becoming tired and cramped from her frantic actions, but she was
determined to make him jet his spunk into her mouth. The action of drinking his
cold fluid had stimulated her more than she would have believed, and now she
wanted his hot, fresh ejaculation.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" he gripped her hair with both hands. Her mouth was cramping up,
but knowing that he was about to spurt she willed herself to ignore the
discomfort. At the same time another climax washed over her. She wasn't able to
completely appreciate it this time, as her efforts were totally directed at
giving her Master his ultimate pleasure.
She willed him to unload with wide eyes……………
"Ohhhhhhhhh", the amount of semen that he pumped into her was astonishing, she
struggled to accommodate it all. Swallowing as fast as she could, she managed to
keep his cock in her mouth, while she drained him dry. She gratefully licked the
last traces of spunk from his still rigid member, as he stroked her hair and
face.
A final orgasm hit her, and she slumped visibly in her bondage as the last drop
of her energy was used up.
Mark, quickly reading the situation, untied the exhausted slave, and seating her
on a chair in the room, left, returning shortly with a tumbler of whisky and a
large glass of fresh orange juice.
After imbibing both drinks, Laura began to feel a little of her energy return.
She was still very shaky, the night's activity had drained her and she knew that
she would sleep for a long, long time when they got home.
The night's events were a blur, so much had happened; she would go over the
evening in her mind later. But for now she was happy to be with her Master.
"You have one more duty to perform, my sweet slave," said Mark kissing her
tenderly first on her forehead and then on her cheek.
"I don't think that I have the energy, Master" she said apologetically.
"Don't worry it's not too difficult…...", he assured her
He dressed her back in the PVC dress and once again fastened the lead to her
collar.
Her hair was a mess, and her make-up totally ruined from the night's activities,
but she knew that the crowd would not expect to see her looking immaculate after
the action that had taken place in the private room.
So, she followed her Master dutifully, a collared, subjugated slave
She was led out into the main part of the nightclub, cheers immediately breaking
out.
Up onto the Stage she was led and yet again had to kneel in front of her Master.
This time she did not care, she was proud to be his slave. When her Master asked
her
"Have you anything to say?"
In front of the hushed guests, she replied in a hesitant, but clear voice,
"Thank you, Master. You have made my fantasies come true"
The END
