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After the movie, Vickie goes up to bed; as she is worn out. I do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Tomorrow, I expect to be slamming Vickie hard, something she loves. However, with my size and strength, she takes a beating. She loves it and howls with joy, but the next day she is a bit sore and can’t fuck again. Therefore, I’m not surprised when she wants to sleep in different beds tonight. I expected this.
I don’t like the idea of fucking her in front of other people, but maybe we can get a room or something. The one thing that won’t be happening is me sharing Vickie with another man. She can probably talk me into another woman joining us, but not a man. She knows this, so I’m not concerned. She loves sex of all kinds. There isn’t anything I can’t do with her.
She said it was an adult club with shows and demonstrations. The auction scares me, but I can’t see Vickie not buying me. She loves me as much as I love her. I’ve had easily over a hundred women in my life. They love the way I look and they want me. However, after a while, their all the same. I am great at oral, but many won’t return the favor.
Vickie is the first woman where sex was different. It wasn’t just sex, it was more. We’re both skilled lovers, and she will do most anything. She doesn’t shy away from anything. We found a few things she didn’t like, and I avoid those things. Sex with her is special. I think I finally understand love. I think.
Chapter 2 — The Club Party
Saturday is a day of work for us. I head out to buy groceries. Vickie is off to buy a new red dress. She loves red dresses. Every single dress she has is red. Some are more conservative, but most are provocative with slits up the legs and short skirts. They show an incredible amount of cleavage. That’s partially what drew me to her.
I get my hair cut, so I am decent-looking when we go out tonight. I also stop at the liquor store to buy some good wine. No more $5.00 bottles. I, personally don’t know wines. My mother’s an expert. I’ve had enough good wine that I can tell the difference.
I am done first with my errands. I spend the rest of my day working on my project for work. I have a major campaign coming up, and a few details need to be tied up. For me, a lot rides on this project. It could mean a major promotion if it goes as well as projected. The customer seems thrilled so far. When the numbers and surveys come back, I will know for sure. I am always nervous about my projects and advertising campaigns. I worry about every tiny detail and think of what could go wrong. It’s 4:00 when I finish.
Vickie is already getting ready. I go in, shave, take my shower, then put on the light shirt and shorts that Vickie has set out for me.
I remember the moment vividly. In the military, there are times when you get a terrible feeling. Something is off, and you can’t put your finger on it, so you press on. That was precisely the feeling I had when Vickie insisted that she drive her car tonight. At the time, it was odd, yet I didn’t think much of it. I noted the moment, just in case there were more, or something happened. I have yet to be wrong. If we’re together, why does it matter? The hair on the back of my neck is standing up.
I can tell Vickie is excited. She can’t sit still and sings to every song on the radio. I sit back and enjoy the show. Our destination is the previously abandoned Coswell Mall. It seems something is alive here after all. This mall is like many others in the country. It’s an indoor two-story mall with rows of stores along each aisle and huge boxes on the ends for the cornerstone stores.
Now, no signs, no crowds, just what looked like a vacant building. Around the main door is an abundance of cars. Easily a few hundred vehicles here with license plates from several border states and some even further away. I’m impressed; this is a big deal. Further away is a side entrance and many cars. A lot of people work here. I bet they have a ton of security. That’s good.
We walk arm in arm from far away. As we walk, we pass several spouses (men and women) with collars and chains on. Some have revealing outfits while others are pure naked. We seem to be the only normal couple here. I can’t believe all the cars and people that must be here. There is a line to enter the place. We must wait our turn. It seems to go quickly.
It’s about ten minutes before we are next in line. I notice that the “submissive” is taken from the other partner and led down a hallway. Vickie shows her Gold member’s card to gain access. Once through the door, she stops me.
Vickie looks up at me, “This place is different, as you can see. Here, you are going to be my submissive. We are just playing here, and I must put this collar and chain on you. Please bend down.”
I am nervous. I hesitate. Vickie is getting mad.
With a scowl on her face, “Please don’t embarrass me in front of my friends. Pleaseeeeee.”
I bend forward, and she attaches the collar and the chain. It’s a thin chain I can easily break.
My words are chilling, “We will discuss this at home.”
Why do I need a chain and collar? It’s not uncommon. I naively think it’s for the costume. Vickie was excited, she is going to be a ton of fun tonight.
A man behind me grabs my arm and tries to guide me down the hallway. I don’t move. I do scare him when I growl. He reaches for his baton at his side. He didn’t look any less worried as I walked with him while laughing. He tried and failed to intimidate me. You need a whole lot more than that.
I am an ex-Navy Seal Commander. I have seen all kinds of shit and killed more than I can to think about. This wimp with a baton certainly does not instill the fear of God in me. It takes a whole lot more than that.
I am led down a hallway with other men. We all have collars and chains. They bring me to a locker room, where I am handed a basket. Inside the basket are some clothes. I see other men already in costume, and most are starting like me or are in some stage of changing. On a positive note, all the men seem happy. Their talking like they know some of these guys and some are cracking jokes. That helps me relax.
I take the clothes out of the basket, set them down on the bench, and start stripping. While stripping, I notice that the guys are on the big side. Not like mine, but big. Of course, no man here is my size physically, so that stands to reason. Most of the guys are under six feet tall. Some of these guys could be in porn. Damn.
They have some thin black underwear that goes on before a type of belt around our waist. That belt holds the leather straps that go over the shoulders. I don’t get it. I guess we are made to look like ancient slaves or something. Something out of a fantasy book. It’s about an hour before everyone is dressed.
I would normally be freaking out and going wild. However, nobody else is nervous. Like I said, they’re all happy and excited for this to start. All of my alarms are going off, yet they can’t all be clueless. These guys all WANT to be here. I’m being irrational.