A Natural Born Submissive (9 page)

"Does he still stay until late each night?"

"Usually," Alice sighed.  "I don't understand what his deal is!  He can't really think I'm going back to him."

"You know, he has to be seeing someone.  Didn't you say you eventually found out that he always had women on the side?  Why isn't he hanging out with them?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's not as much fun to go out if he doesn't have a wife he's cheating on."

"Yup, he wouldn't be cheating.  He'd just be dating.  How dull.  Well, he needs to get a new wife to cheat on and leave you alone," Katt declared.

There was a long line waiting to get into the club.  Alice spotted Victor immediately.  He wasn't just any pirate captain; he was Captain Jack Sparrow.  He looked incredibly handsome.  This time she didn't have to squint to see if he was wearing eye makeup; his eyes were heavily lined with it.  She swore her pussy actually clenched at the sight of him.  Beside him, Bellissima was the ultimate Motown diva in her Diana Ross costume.  When they spotted Alice and Katt, they ushered them inside to a reserved table.

Alice was so excited to see Victor that she almost squealed.  As he kissed her, she couldn't resist slipping her hand inside his peasant shirt and stroking his chest.

"Cheeky little sub," Victor murmured, nuzzling her neck.  "You look like a wet dream come to life.  Give me your wrists, Alice."  She looked at him, puzzled, but the tone in his voice let her know he meant business.

"Yes, Sir" she whispered, placing her hands in his.  Victor produced lined leather cuffs and strapped them to her wrists.  Then he reached up and put a leather collar around her neck!  Alice gasped and reached up to touch the collar.

Victor pulled her to him and looked down at her.  "This will let the others know that you are mine."  He pulled out her chair and signaled to the bartender.

"You will stay here until I return," he ordered Alice, lovingly.  She patted the side of his face and stole a kiss.

"Yes, my master," she whispered in his ear.

"I like the sound of that," he whispered back, and kissed her again.

Katt kissed Bella on the cheek and slid into her seat as he and Victor headed back outside.

"I feel like we just made the cut at Studio 54!"  She giggled as she turned to Alice but bristled when she got a good look at her friend.

"What is that on your neck and wrists?" she said, her voice rising in anger.  "Those weren't on you when we got here!"  She looked around for Victor so that she could give him a piece of her mind.

Alice put her hand on Katt's.  "It's all right, Katt.  It's just to let the other Doms know that I'm taken."

"Oh brother, now I've heard everything," Katt grumbled.

"Don't you think that every woman is submissive?" Alice leaned in and asked her.

"NO, I do not!  I know for a fact that not everyone is.  I'm not."  Katt rolled her eyes.   Just then a tall, incredibly voluptuous dominatrix strode by, leading a scrawny little man by a leash attached to his collar.  "And she's not!"

"I guess you're right," Alice agreed.

A young woman arrived, bearing a tray with drinks for the two ladies.  Alice looked at the server, who was clearly one of the submissives.  She was wearing black leather slave apparel and cuffs but no collar.  She was slender, with a boyish figure and very short, dark hair.  Alice saw a long lingering look pass between the girl and Katt.  Katt seemed mesmerized, frozen in place.  Alice picked up the slack.

"Thank you.  What's your name?" she asked the girl.

"I'm Sierra," she replied.

Katt stuck her hand out and took Sierra's hand in hers.  "Nice to meet you, Sierra.  Are you on duty all night?

"No Ma'am, just for an hour or so."  She broke eye contact with Katt and lowered her gaze.

Alice broke it up.  "What do we owe you, Sierra?"

"All on the house, miss." Sierra whispered, looking into Katt's eyes again.  Oh, Alice was "miss" but Katt was "Ma'am"?  Suddenly Alice got it—that must be the correct way to address a female Domme!

"Are you alone tonight, Sierra?" Katt asked.  Alice shivered; suddenly the tone of voice reminded her of Victor's when he was topping her.

"Yes, Ma'am," Sierra replied huskily.

"Now you're not.  Report to me when you're off duty."

"Yes, Ma'am." Sierra practically bowed before she hurried off.

"How did you know how to do that?" Alice asked, looking at Katt with new respect.

"Do what?" Katt asked absently, staring after Sierra.

"Be a Domme.  You've done this before!" Alice said accusingly.

Katt smiled. "Let's just say it's a role I've been preparing for my whole life."

Alice suddenly understood why she and Katt got along so well.  Alice's special strength had always been dealing with strong personalities.  Now she knew why.  She was a submissive who responded well to domineering people.  Alice wondered if vanilla sex would ever work for her again now that she'd tasted what true submission felt like.  She truly was born for this lifestyle.  She looked around; the place was quickly filling up.

"Bella said that he and Victor are planning to admit just the regulars and shoo away the looky-loos tonight," Katt told Alice.

"Perhaps next year they should make it a private party and sell tickets in advance," Alice replied.  "That would eliminate their having to stand outside like this."

Katt smiled admiringly at Alice.  "That kind of thinking is what makes you a top notch producer, Allie."

Alice grinned.  Katt was the only one who called her Allie anymore.  It reminded her of her college days—that was the nickname her sorority sisters had given her.

Alice began to get impatient.  She wanted Victor, wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted more of his sexual teasing.  She shivered, growing aroused at the memory of lying under him.  She definitely wanted more of it.

She studied the crowd.  Several of the regulars she'd seen the first night were back and had gone all-out for Halloween.  The doctor and nurse were there, but the doctor had body parts hanging on his bloody uniform.  The nurse's costume was indecently tight and short with her hair up in a beehive and a little nurse's cap perched precariously on top.  The vampire trio was decked out in full regalia, the vampires in flowing red-lined capes and their victim wearing an ornate long white vintage bridal gown, her bite marks clearly visible.  The single submissives were adorable.  Most of them had dressed as animals—a sexy kitten, a lioness, and a bunny with a strategically placed fluffy white tail.  Even the Doms were in costume.  One of them looked like Moses carrying the Ten Commandments.  When he got close enough so that she could read the commandments, she realized they were the rules for the club.  Another was dressed as Poseidon, a third as a priest.

The lights dimmed as Bellissima took the stage.  He lip-synched
Stop In The Name Of Love
to the appreciation of the audience.  Alice began to wriggle with excitement; the feeling in the room was contagious.  She was so glad she'd come.  Soon Victor was standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her.  She leaned back and he began to kiss her neck.  She closed her eyes, just as he took a nip.  She moaned at the feelings he was igniting within her; it felt so good.  His hands began to stroke her breasts and his right hand slipped inside her peasant top.  There was no bra impeding his way.  He gripped her nipple and began to worry it with his finger.  Alice looked around.  Even though everyone's eyes were on the stage and not on them, she found being fondled in public to be highly erotic.  She could feel herself growing wet.

Bellissima finished his number and began getting the crowd pumped for the party.  He introduced the first act—a trio of contortionists dressed in nude, skintight body suits.  When the lights dimmed, they looked naked.  They began to move into various configurations and Alice realized that it looked like an orgy.  This was not helping her arousal.  She looked back at Victor helplessly.  She wanted him so badly she could taste it.

Victor felt his cock swell.  The helpless look of arousal in Alice's eyes would have made any Dom stiffen.  He pulled a chain out of his pocket and hooked it to her wristbands.  Alice's eyes widened at the realization of how vulnerable the cuffs made her.  He led her to the dance floor and raised her arms and then lowered them around his neck.  She was his; now he could touch her anywhere he wanted.  The dance floor was darkened but there were couples already on it, moving and grinding to the music as they accompanied the mock orgy on stage.  Victor and Alice began to dance together slowly.  Within moments, her pelvis was grinding up against the bulge in his tight pants.  He knew she was sopping wet; he didn't even have to check.

Victor began to kiss her face as she tilted it up towards him.  He kissed her eyes and then traveled down her cheeks to her beautiful lips.  She looked exquisite in her costume, her hair long and curly under the bandana, her body voluptuous and begging to be caressed.  The corset had lifted her breasts, and they were spilling out of her peasant top.  The knowledge that she hadn't worn a bra was driving him wild.  He had to check; had she worn panties?  He slipped his hand down under her skirt and between her legs, connecting with wetness.  She hadn't worn any!  His breath began to quicken.

"You are a naughty girl.  Where are your panties?" he breathed into her ear.

"I knew you'd just take them off, so why bother?" was her unexpected reply.  Victor almost came right then and there.  His shy little sub's uncharacteristic wantonness was driving him wild.  He reached up and slipped down her peasant top, exposing her breasts.  He was pleased at the gasp that emerged from her as she realized she was topless in public.  He began to play with her breasts, squeezing their velvety softness.  Fake, hard breasts held no interest for him.  He adored Alice's real, soft, plump ones.  He fought the urge to suckle them.  He had to pace himself; the night was still young.

Victor began to pinch her nipples.  They were like two hard little pebbles, and as he pinched them harder, he heard Alice moan.  He reached under her skirt, and sure enough, her fluids gushed over his fingers.  Soon they'd be running down her legs.  Naughty, naughty, little sub.  He grinned wickedly.  He intended to keep her at the height of arousal all night long.

He reached into his deep pockets and produced two clips attached to a short chain.  He deftly clipped one to a nipple, and then before Alice had time to react, he clipped the second one.

The act ended and the house lights came up.  Victor quickly slipped Alice's top back up, covering both her breasts and the nipple clamps.  As Alice watched, he slipped his finger he'd slid between her legs into his mouth and sucked on it.  Her eyes widened.  He pulled her to him and plunged his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself.  Predictably, Alice's knees buckled, and he held her tightly to him until she'd regained her footing.

Victor had arranged for the entertainment to last throughout the evening, with the sets running every fifteen minutes or so.  It would give people plenty of time to hook up as the night wore on.  He didn't want any wallflowers on this night.  He wanted everyone to have a Halloween they would not soon forget.

He returned his little sub to her table and parted her legs.  Standing between them, he kissed her long and hard.  He would have to leave her side for a few minutes to attend to business and wanted to give her something to remember him by.

"Tonight I will bend between your exquisite thighs and consume those fluids that are running down them," he promised, and then he walked away.

Alice sat in her chair, stunned.  If someone or something had touched her clit right then and there, she swore she would have come.  The nipple clamps began to make her breasts ache, and her arousal built along with the growing discomfort.

Sierra was off-duty now and standing before Katt, her head lowered, submissively waiting.  Katt stood and took her by the hand and they headed towards the showroom.

Alice sat and thought about the feelings that Victor had brought out in her by lowering her top publicly.  Apparently exhibitionism did it for her, to her surprise.  So far she'd enjoyed the spanking, the exhibitionism, the nipple clamps.  Were there no limits to her depravity?  She figured she'd soon find out.  Victor would no doubt continue to push the boundaries of her comfort zone. 

Another act was beginning, Alice watched as an especially attractive couple, both appearing to be in their mid-fifties—took the stage. The man disrobed the woman as she stood there like a goddess, unashamed of her nudity.  Her body was nice and soft, her breasts enormous.  The man tied her to the pole in the center of the stage in a way that made her breasts jut forward.  He held up a box, tipping towards the audience to reveal the clothespins inside.  As Alice watched, stunned, the man started to attach the clothespins to the woman's breasts, one by one.  He didn't stop until she had at least twenty attached to each breast.  Then he removed a bullwhip that hung from his belt.  He stood back and cracked the whip a couple of times and then began to remove the clothespins with the tip of the whip.  He had excellent aim; each crack unleashed another clothespin.  Alice realized how much it must hurt to have the pins removed in this fashion.  The woman was beginning to vibrate, her breasts trembling.  He kept going until there were only two pins left, one on each nipple.  He stood back and, taking careful aim, removed each of them the same way as he had the others.  The woman cried out each time, the first sounds she had made.  Those last two must have really hurt.

Alice closed her eyes.  Her breasts were beginning to ache, and she couldn't feel her nipples at all.  She couldn't imagine having the clamps removed in that fashion.  She began to wonder what had she gotten herself into, and how far Victor would take her.  She opened her eyes.  The man had untied the woman, and they were taking a bow.  Alice studied the woman's breasts; there wasn't a mark on them.  How was that possible?  She clapped hesitantly, and suddenly Victor was at her side.

She turned to him.  "Master?" she said, her voice quavering.