The whole scene was more pleasant than our previous appearance with Ken and Des at the other club. As we set about changing and showing off the other items left, Monique joined us and we made our way independently around different areas of the room.
We were all propositioned and touched intimately at various times, but only with our permission. I allowed one couple to play with my exposed bottom, as I leaned over the table with my legs apart, but I forbade their probing fingers from any penetration. As strange as it may seem, any humiliation that I should have felt was compensated by the knowledge that I could have stopped their sensuous and intimate touching at any time that I chose. Instead, I took pride in allowing them to pleasure me to the point of orgasm on occasion and delighted in the understanding way that they smiled when my body began to convulse. I was truly in charge and I enjoyed giving them pleasure. I allowed both men and women to stimulate my breasts and even my vaginal lips occasionally when I opened up to them, knowing the limits that we had set were being observed. I found it to be far more exciting than the atmosphere at the strip club and sensual touching of my genitals by complete strangers made me thoroughly wet. By now, I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to display my pleasure openly in front of the members of the club. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, smiling serenely at those that gave me pleasure. Kent was pleased with us and asked us to go out on stage, totally naked, with him at the conclusion of the show. He wished us to demonstrate the various submissive positions of a sex slave at his command.
Des, Margaret and Ken were taking orders and dealing with the many customers so unfortunately, Des probably missed the most erotic demonstrations. I was proud to display in front of Kent, only once hesitating to comply at once. The look in his eyes was enough to reprimand me, reminding me that I must always obey him straight away. A crowd of patrons were gathered eagerly around the stage and Kent had me assume a yoga position which opened my vaginal lips fully as he inserted a small anal plug and caused me to orgasm in front of a sea of eager faces. I turned bright red, partly from the exertion of maintaining the position but mostly from the embarrassment that I felt from being put on display in this way. To further compound my lowly position, he asked me to thank him for being so lenient.
“Thank you Master.” I managed haltingly as the men in front of me applauded his control over my body. It was so humiliating but I learned my lesson and it gave me a sense of pride that I had followed his instruction without argument. Monique had always obeyed without a murmur so Cat and I followed Kent’s instructions to the letter after that. Kent left the anal plug inside my bottom.
“Now don’t lose it, my little dove.” He instructed.
I nodded quickly. He smiled. I had been told not to speak unless I had to. The anal plug made so it much harder to walk in a ladylike manner.
Rick was packing up all the gear as Kent led his three slaves, naked and totally compliant, as he toured the rest of the facilities of the club. He stopped occasionally, to talk to other Masters.
“Ahh! I see you do enjoy submission.” Said a familiar voice. A man similar in stature to Kent spoke to him. “May I examine Slave Barbara for a moment?” He introduced himself to Kent. I gathered that he was the man that I had spoken to earlier at the club. The Club secretary. I lowered my eyes and clenched my anal plug, making my discomfort obvious. The man led Kent away out of earshot. They were talking earnestly and I saw Kent give the man a pair of latex gloves. I tingled with a weird mixture of fear and excitement, having some idea that they were talking about me. Once the men started to walk back toward us they seemed to have a new understanding and Kent was smiling.
“This is Sir Gideon, Barbara my dear. He admired our show earlier on and asked me if he could show us around the Gentlemen’s Club.” He explained. “He has my permission to examine you. Do you agree?” He raised his voice sharply.
“Yes Sir–Thank you Master.” I heard myself speak softly but I had no idea of what lay ahead. I desperately wanted to please Kent this time though. I trusted what Margaret had told me on the way to the club. Kent would keep us all safe, I told myself.
“Come with me then!” Sir Gideon went ahead, beckoning all of us to follow him. He took us to a large room with all manner of kinky restraint and suspension devices, far more sophisticated than the one we had invented at home. Other people were using them and it reminded me of some of the illustrations in the books that Margaret had loaned us. The musky scent of sex pervaded the room but the other occupants were merely carrying on with their activity, practically ignoring our presence. Cat’s eyes opened wide and I shared her nervousness. We both began to tremble uncontrollably at the same time. I looked at Monique and noticed her eyes were glistening with anticipation and she was appearing to accept the situation that we were confronted with without any noticeable alarm. Her naked body was firm with desire and her nipples were unusually enlarged. She had evidently been in this situation before and was apparently looking forward to whatever lay ahead of us.
“Come with me, my dear Barbara.” Sir Gideon’s cultured English accent invaded my thoughts. It was not so much of an invitation but an order. I raised my eyes toward Kent but he was merely nodding his head without speaking to me. Like a robot, I hesitantly walked toward Sir Gideon as he stood beside a vacant bed-like device with velvet ropes hanging from all four corners. He noticed my trembling and smiled reassuringly.