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“When you are in public with me, you will always go without panties. It reminds you to behave, and gives me easy access if you are terribly bad, or,” he added mischievously, “terribly good.”
“I…” she hesitated, her bottom clenching, when he raised his hand, level with her bottom in warning. “Okay, okay.” Lifting her dress to her hips, she grabbed her panties and quickly pulled them down to the floor, stepping out of them and leaving them where they lay.
“Normally, I would have you go fully pantyless,” Pax repeated, reaching into his pocket, for a reason she didn’t yet understand. “Tonight, though, I thought we would have a little fun, and ease into it so to speak.” His hand came out of his pocket, holding a pair of black silk panties that to her surprise were much less revealing than the ones she had been previously wearing.
“Put these on,” he instructed, handing them to her with a wicked smile.
“I don’t understand,” she replied slowly, taking them from him, and stepping into them slowly.
“Hush. You don’t have to understand. Just obey.”
She desperately wanted to be good, and to not fail miserably at this whole submissive in public thing, so she shut her mouth, and pulled the fabric over her hips, pushing them into place, and frowning when they were fully on. There was a strange bulge in the v of the crotch. A pocket sewn into the fabric, for some reason. She didn’t understand fully until Pax opened his hand to reveal a small bullet shaped vibrator that he quickly slid into the fold of fabric in the front of her panties. Instead of laying the vibe on its side as she would have expected, he stood it on end, folding the fabric around the bottom, and then gave a small push. Her eyes widened as it settled inside of her. She waited, oddly disappointed when nothing happened. Was this some sort of test? Was the goal simply to try to keep the thing lodged inside of her as she went about her night? Was it some sort of muscle strengthening exercise, to better prepare her to please him? For all she knew it could be. She was literally clueless when it came to BDSM practices, approaching the entire thing with wide eyed wonder. She learned something new every day—some things surprised her and some didn’t—but this one straight up baffled her.
All of a sudden, the vibrator came to life inside her, with an earth shattering intensity, and she cried out in shock. Pax was sitting there watching calmly with his hand in his pocket and a smile on his face. When she looked at him, he slowly withdrew his hand. In it, was a tiny device the size of a quarter with only two buttons on its face. He pushed the top one, and the shaking stopped. A wireless remote control vibe? Really? And he expected her to go out in public like this?
As if he read her mind, Pax shook his head slowly. “While we’re out, you have to try to relax and submit to my control. You can’t react as you did. If you cry out and cause a scene, I’ll have to spank you for your lack of control.”
Holy hotness. Diamond didn’t know whether she should be terrified or turned on.
“In fact,” Pax continued, looking very much the stern dominant at the moment. “I think I should give you a spanking before we go, just to remind you of your place.”
She shook her head no, which wasn’t really a reflection of how she felt. The minute he uttered the word spanking, she had gushed with arousal, causing the vibe to slip inside of her. If this was how Pax was going to act all night, fuck not crying out, just managing to keep it in place would be the real challenge.
Ignoring her silent protest, Pax patted his knee, and nodded. “Bottom’s up, naughty girl. Over my knee, right now. If I have to ask you again, shit gets real, understand?”
She did and it was all the encouragement she needed to obey. All but diving into position, she upended herself across his lap, moaning when the thick muscles of his thighs pushed against the flat top of the vibe, shoving it deeper into her, sending shockwaves throughout her body as it went.
Pax wasted no time getting down to business. Her dress came up, but the panties stayed up, and his large hand came to rest on the bare crease where her bottom met her thighs.
“Tonight, you are on your best behavior. You are my submissive. Your wants and needs cease to exist, because I will be so in tune to you that I will fill them all before you ever even have a chance to think them. You will obey me at all costs. You will not eat, drink, or go to the bathroom without my permission. You are never to be more than an arm’s length away from me, and you only speak when spoken to. Forgetting any of these rules once we enter Rojo is grounds for immediate and public punishment.” He spanked between sentences, spacing them out so that she was able to focus fully on what he was saying, punctuating each and every expectation with a flurry of smacks to her crease and the tops of her thighs.
“You will address me only as Sir, nothing else is acceptable. When we enter the club, you will kneel at my feet in high protocol position until I give permission for you to do otherwise. You will look to me for instruction at every turn. Not doing so is also grounds for swift punishment. You wanted to see what it was like to go to a club for fun, and you’re going to find out that if you behave the way you are supposed to, it can be quite the enjoyable experience. But if you forget your place, you might not find it to be so enjoyable after all. I, however will have fun either way.”
She moaned in happiness as his paddle like hand collided with the soft underside of her buttocks. She was so turned on at the moment she wasn’t sure she would be able to stand without dripping straight through the mesh fabric of her new panties. He continued to spank, even after he stopped talking, and just when she was shaking on the brink of orgasm, the vibe came to life inside of her pushing her past the brink as his hand beat against her backside until she was screaming out in ecstasy. God, she hoped that didn’t count against her.
Stiffening against him, she rode the waves of orgasm, as the warring sensations of the pulsing inside of her and the shock of each new swat sent coursing shockwaves throughout her body. Finally, the pulsing stopped, and his hand came to rest on her back.
“Naughty little sub,” Pax teased. “Did I say you could come?”
She knew he was teasing because he had told her a while ago that orgasm control was for experienced players and that as long as she was with him, she could come as hard and as often as she wanted.
He allowed her to lay there upended across his lap, panting and shaking for several minutes, before giving her bottom a final pat. “Get cleaned up. It’s time to go.”
* * *
Rojo on a Sunday night proved to be a vastly different experience than it had been on a busy Friday. As they walked in, the girls were finishing up their dance, and Diamond’s eyes widened as she realized what coming here actually meant. She was outing herself as the boss’s sub, and he as her dominant. That would undoubtedly have repercussions when they both returned to work on Tuesday, a side effect she hadn’t considered.
She looked sideways at Pax, in a panic, ready to turn around and bolt out the door. His only response was to place his hand on the small of her back and push her forward, causing her to hiss sharply, but take the hint. Okay, so they were doing this. This was happening. Every nerve on her body was on high alert as they made their way across the club, unable to shake the sensation that all eyes were on her. It was something she was pretty used to, but it felt different this time, almost like she was being followed. Diamond attempted to shake it off, attributing the feeling to the fact that she was in the club, with the boss, as his date, and she had a vibrator wedged in her panties. It was enough to make anyone feel self-conscious. She wordlessly followed Pax up the stairs to the secluded balcony reserved for the VIP members, sighing happily as they entered. This was safe. This was wholly less intimidating than being out on the main floor. The only people who could see her were the people up here, but she could see everyone down below.
Pax took a seat at a table in the center of the room, and she followed quickly sank to the floor at his feet, following the instruction he had given earlier, and waiting for his signal, much the way a soldier waits to hear the phrase, “at ease.”
She held the position for several minutes until he nodded and tapped her shoulder. When she was finally able, she looked around the room. There were a good two dozen tables in the VIP area, but at the moment only five of them were full. She tried not to stare as she took in the sea of faces that made up the VIP lounge. To her surprise, Sir Darius and Roxy were up there. Darius was dressed nearly identical to the way he had the other night, but Roxy wore a beautiful mini dress made of purple leather. The collar around her neck was huge and sparkled with an assortment of diamonds, amethyst, and rubies and seemed so perfectly customized to the couple’s personalities, Diamond knew it had been specially made. Roxy was the only sub in the lounge to be seated at the table with her dominant rather than on the ground near his feet. There were roses on the table, and they each held a goblet of champagne. It must have been a special occasion for them. She wanted to ask, or go over and congratulate them on whatever it happened to be, but she knew that wasn’t allowed.
At the table nearest to them, she recognized one of the Tanners from the other night, and his wife, Petra, as the one who had been bound in rope the other night. Tonight Petra was free from her bonds, currently kneeling in front of her husband, with her dress pushed up in the back, while he simultaneously carried on a casual conversation with a man whom Diamond didn’t recognize, while sporadically assaulting Petra’s ass with a small leather paddle. Diamond quickly looked away.
In the back corner was one of Lady K’s mistress companions, Mistress Carrie, the one who had offered Diamond the services of her slave-boy while she watched the show on Friday evening. Said slave boy was also in attendance, this time on all fours before his mistress with a bright red spiked collar around his neck. She too was wielding a paddle, this one seemed to be made of some sort of heavy plastic, and she was intermittently beating him with it across the short leather hot pants he wore. Diamond was beginning to see a theme she hadn’t noticed before. With the exception of Sir Darius, every single top in attendance had an implement of some sort within arm’s reach, and all the subs were on the floor, most of them in various states of punishment. The VIP lounge it seemed was an environment conducive to allowing couples to punish or be punished publicly, while still affording them a modicum of privacy.
She was both excited and horrified at the thought that she too could be punished publicly. Which was silly, as she had been punished in front of a much larger crowd than this one. But this was so terribly intimate. A quick look at Pax confirmed her suspicions. His small bag that he had carried into the club had been opened, and a small wooden paddle sat on the table in front of him, a tangible reminder of his many expectations.
