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I realised I’d recited the entire conversation exactly as it was burned into my brain. Charles seemed satisfied.

“Eat your steak, Amy. It is very tender.”

Over dessert he resumed the conversation.

“What happened after he told you not to leave?”

“We went to bed, and finally after spending hours talking we agreed to continue to play by your rules.”

“I thought as much. One more question, Amy. Did the two of you make love again last night? And this morning?”

I blushed again.

“Yes, he insisted on returning the favour, the oral that is, and then he made love to me. We did so again this morning before he let me shower. We were both nearly late for work.”

“I thought as much.”

“That was a beautiful meal, thank you, Charles.”

“You do realise I’ve left my wallet at home. You’ll be washing dishes here for a month to pay for it.”

She had to know I was kidding but her eyes still widened in shock before she gave me a reproachful smile. It’s the oldest line in the book and she almost fell for it. I could tell she wanted to ask me something.

“Charles . . . that really was a nice meal but I expected you to be. . . well doing more if you know what I mean.”

“Are you asking me to?”

“Not exactly, I’m simply trying to weigh up what is happening.”

“If that’s the way you want it, stand up and take the dress off.”

I’d timed the command just perfectly. Her coffee cup was half way to her mouth when what I’d said penetrated.

“What?”

The cup landed back in the saucer with a slight clatter, she winced slightly as several pairs of incurious eyes turned toward us and then turned away again.

“That’s your third slip of the night, Amy. You must do as you are told without hesitation.”

“I’m sorry, Charles.”

Biting her lip in that adorable way she had, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment, she nevertheless reached for the edge of her table and began to stand, preparatory to doing as I’d instructed. I waved her back to her seat.

“That was a test, Amy. You failed.”

She passed and sat down again, relief and panic warring on her face.

“I’m sorry, Charles. It won’t happen again.”

“Should I ever bring you here again, you had best remember that sexual contact stays outside of these walls, although the conversation may be as hot as ever.”

“Yes, Charles.”

“Now undo the snaps on the slits of your dress. There may be no contact but a little leg show wouldn’t go amiss. Andre has been watching your legs all night. But please be discreet.”

The catch that held the two halves of the lace top layer of the dress on the wall side, her left was easy to undo, as there was no one to see her movements. The one on Amy’s exposed right side was much harder, but she slowly lowered her hand as if merely adjusting the dress and accidentally on purpose managed to undo the tiny string of diamantes. The inner layer, the opaque one, was slit as high as the outer one anyway without any catches. As soon as she stood the dress would gape quite elegantly, flashing her garters and stocking tops to the world.

Playing the gentleman, I stood up and moved back for her to rise.

* * * *

“Where are we going now, Charles?”

I asked Charles as he led me form the country club toward his car.

“Dancing, a small club I know.”

“May I ask, do you want me to call you Charles still, or change back to sir?”

“Which do you think?”

I looked at him for a moment, but his face gave no indication as he swung the car door open for me.

“I think I would like to dance, sir.”

He smiled, and then even more so as I managed to flash a whole lot of leg as I entered the car. I’m almost sure he could see all the way up to the red lace edging on the knickers.

“Very nice, my dear, very nice.”

Once in the car, I made as if to adjust the dress to cover my legs more and then desisted. Why bother? He was going to see more than that later, indeed had already done so yesterday. From what he’d made me say on the disc the afternoon before, he intended for a lot of people to see more than that, and some of them to touch more than that too. Yet again, visions of him ordering me to allow a stranger to remove the opaque part of the dress, as I danced with the man, swirled through my mind. The throbbing inside my pussy was getting harder and harder to suppress. The click as he shut his door brought me back to the present.

It was only a short drive from the country club and almost before I realised he was opening my car door and offering his hand to help me up. This time we were parked kerbside. In the car park at the club it had been flat. I now had an extra several inches to climb up as I exited the car, something that improved his enjoyment of the whole process even more, I suspect. The door to the club was discreet, sandwiched between two shops and surprisingly unmarked.

“As I said, discreet.”

He murmured in my ear as the doorman opened the door and ushered us into a long carpeted corridor. At the start of the corridor his arm was around my waist. Five strides later his hand had fallen onto my ass, cupping one of my cheeks. Dutifully I cuddled in closer to him. Another five paces, still only halfway down the corridor, his hand had moved back onto my flank and slid inside the slit of the dress. Now it rested lightly on my upper thigh, in contact with both the bottom edge of the French knickers and the garter, as well as my skin.

The corridor opened into a small vestibule, where a startlingly attractive girl checked his name. Her outfit was brief to say the least, consisting of scarlet hot-pants with a matching halter and a tiny pill box hat perched, apparently precariously, on the top of her head. Her bright red hair and her freckles only accented the whole effect.

“Don’t worry, Amy, I won’t let her have you tonight. She bites.”

Charles’ comment brought a gasp from me and he chuckled as we moved through into the club proper. As you would expect the centre of the club was a dance floor, dimly lit, of course, with a bar along one end and booths around the other two sides. The back wall was dominated by a huge mirror, giving the illusion the club was much bigger. It also allowed anyone watching a couple dance to see from every angle. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered my premonition one more time.

 
A waitress, similarly attired to the checker, ushered us to a table. The skin tight hot-pants looked extremely good on her, it was obviously the standard uniform for the staff, and they all filled it to perfection. The booth we were shown to was intimate, even for two of us, a couple of others could have squeezed onto the ends of the semi-circular bench but it would have been tight. As she fetched the drinks orders Charles had requested, without even asking me, which is what I should have expected, I ended up with my thigh pressed against his and our knees touching under the table. He leaned back into the seat and looked around the club.

Although we couldn’t see into the booths next to us directly, we could do so via the mirror, which on close inspection was obviously canted slightly downward to allow anyone sitting to clearly see the entire floor area of the club. I suspect it was slightly bevelled too; it seemed slightly foreshortened in the middle directly opposite us. About half of the booths were occupied, mainly by couples, but at the far corners were two booths containing four business men. The couples split was about fifty/fifty. All of the women were young and attractive, although you couldn’t make out many details. The men were the differentiating factor, about half were like Charles, older than their companions, the others approximately the same age. All of the women wore what looked like fabulous dresses, or outfits, but as yet no-one was dancing. Seeing the way I was glancing around the empty dance floor, Charles leant over.

“It’s early yet, none of the men has plucked up the courage to put their woman on display as yet. Would you like to be first?”

“No, sir, no thank you.”

I thought about what he had said for a few seconds.

“Sir, may I ask a question?”

He smiled and nodded.

“What did you mean when you said put their woman on display?”

“Isn’t that what happens in every dance club? The men dance with their partners so they can display now beautiful their partner is.”

He chuckled.

“This is a very special club, my dear. Here there are only two types of men. The ones like me who bring a mistress to show her off . . . or even share her around a little. The others are the ones who bring their wives to share them around a little.”

“Oh, my god!”

“Every one of the mistresses here will go home with their partner tonight. The wives, perhaps not.”

“Oh!”

“And you, my dear little innocent submissive Amy . . .?”

He chuckled again.

“We shall see.”

I sat there trying to look as small as possible, hiding behind the tall glass of champagne he had ordered for me. I looked at him to see he was still chuckling, at what was now obviously his little joke. To reinforce the message he winked at me.

This was an entirely different side of a Dom/Sub relationship from what had transpired the day before, and I was struggling to comprehend it.

Finally I noticed the clock above the bar click to ten o’clock. With a start I realised I had been in Charles’ company for over four hours and apart from a couple of quick feels he hadn’t laid a finger on me. As if reaching that particular time was a prearranged signal, the music changed. It had initially been nothing more than background music. Now it changed to something much more interesting. All the songs played were slow but somehow they now had a heavier beat, a more sensual note, and watching in the mirror I could see many heads beginning to nod in time to the music.

The waitress moved along the line of booths, handing each man a gold coloured lapel pin. When I looked more closely I could see it wasn’t just gold coloured it was actually gold. Charles fastened his to his left lapel. All round the room men did the same with theirs although there was nothing for the ladies.

“May I ask a question, master?”

I was desperate to atone for my earlier slips and hoped a faultless performance would allow him to forget them.

“Of course, Amy.”

“The lapel pins, do they have some significance?”

“They do, my dear, oh they do. If a gentleman wears his on the right lapel then his partner is off limits. You may not ask her for a dance and you may not cut in on the dance floor. If the gentleman does not wear his lapel pin then anyone may ask for a dance or cut in mid-dance. Furthermore, the man does not expect his partner to be going home with him afterwards either, providing she can find someone she likes.”

“And the left lapel?”

“That’s two questions, Amy.”

“I’m . . .”

He cut off my protestation with a wave of his hand.

“On the left lapel a man may ask another man for the chance to dance with his partner. However she will be going home with the gentleman who brought her here.”

I gulped. I now knew he intended to allow several of these men to dance with me tonight. Close, slow dancing; probably very intimate, slow, close dancing.

“On the dance floor you will obey every command your dance partner gives you as if it was me, do you understand, Amy?”

I nodded, eyes open wide.

“Except one, my sweet, you will only leave the dance floor to return to your seat here and you will only dance a single dance with each partner.”

I nodded again, realising with relief he had just given me my very necessary safety blanket.

“Just in case there is any ambiguity, your clothing will return here as well at the end of each dance, even the items you might have discarded by then. No-one will be allowed to take away any souvenirs, other than memories.”

“Yes . . . master.”

Thoroughly cowed, I sat there praying no-one would ask for a dance from me. Deep down though I knew I wanted it to happen, it was just I wanted it to happen to someone else first. I was lucky I got my wish. Two of the younger couples, well the men were younger but they were couples, moved almost simultaneously, walked onto the dance floor and started to move to the music. It wasn’t dancing as you would find in a night club during the evening, more the kind of smooch and shuffle normally reserved for the slow dances at the end.

In both cases, the woman draped her arms around her partner’s neck whilst he put his hands demurely on her waist. The mirror allowed me to see both sides of each couple and also to see most eyes in the place were tracking their movements, just as I was. One of the men was wearing his lapel pin on the right and the other, surprisingly to me, on the left. I hoped I would get the chance to observe for a while and Charles seemed content to do the same.

* * * *

Watching Amy’s face as she tried to adapt to her surroundings was a very interesting pastime. She so desperately wanted me to command her to do something outrageous but was just as desperate to be allowed to hide in a corner. She was watching the dancers intently, not noticing the action we could view in the mirror that was going on in the booth next to us. There the couple were ostensibly watching the dancing but underneath the surface of the table he was massaging her inner thigh up under her skirt while she was stroking the bulge in the front of his trousers.

It was difficult to make out details but to me it was clear what was going on. I decided to emulate them a little, have a little fun myself. Dropping my hand to my lap I slid it under the table and gently grasped her knee where it was pressed against my leg. She stiffened momentarily and then relaxed again, accepting the inevitable. She continued to watch one couple in particular. The man, the one with the left sided pin, had slowly slid his hands down onto the curve of his partner’s ass. She had responded by snuggling closer into him and laying her head on his chest. His hands moved in gentle circular motions, rubbing her cheeks, and with each sideways movement alternatively pushing them together or stretching them apart. It was soon apparent he was applying more pressure than it looked like, every time he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart she gave a little jump. Not that he was hurting her, more it was sending a frisson of excitement through her.

Eventually the song ended and that couple moved off the dance floor. Another two couples joined the first one but the dancing was quite tame, even compared to that. Throughout the whole time the couples were dancing, Amy watched them intently. All the while my hand stroked the top of her leg, gently but imperceptibly moving higher every few seconds. As it moved my palm caught the hem of the dress and moved it upwards, on the down-stroke I reduced the pressure and the dress was not dragged back down again. Soon I could feel the edge of her stockings under my skin and we both knew I now had my hand on her bare flesh above them.

“Amy, would you like to dance?”

She turned and looked at me, allowing her tongue to flick onto her lips, wetting them and then nodded to me. I rose from the booth and took her hand before leading her past the other couples to the relatively clear area nearer to the mirror. Unbeknown to Amy, the two groups of my friends, who I had deliberately not acknowledged, recognised the signal and their attention focused on my immaculately attired, young, blonde companion.

I began to dance with her, slowly, in the classic position all of the other dancers had taken, my hands at her waist, her arms around my neck. Even with such high heels the top of her head hardly reached my chin. Slowly I allowed my hands to move on her back, one drifting upwards and the other lower. When the lower one reached the swell of her ass cheek she tightened her grip momentarily and then relaxed again. Letting out a small sigh she tucked her head under my chin in deliberate acknowledgment of my right to do with her as I wished.

My hand on her back pulled her into me, mashing her breasts into my lower chest, while the hand on her ass cupped her buttock and pulled her lower body into me as well. I was sure she could feel my penis digging into her belly as the close contact provided the stimulation needed for arousal. My hand left her back and she didn’t pull away as it travelled south to join its mate. There was little subtlety in my movements, I was demonstrating what was acceptable with Amy, although she didn’t know that. To her I was merely being sexually masterful with her and I could tell from her breathing this was having an effect on her.

That particular track stopped and we both stood back for a moment, breathing quite hard. Then as she looked over my shoulder her eyes grew wide. A moment later there was a polite tap on my shoulder. I turned to look into the smiling face of Gary Somerton, one of my old friends.

“May I have the pleasure?”

“By all means, Gary, this is Amy.”

With that I walked off to take my seat once more, in order to watch what my friend now did while dancing with Amy.

By the time I sat down and looked back at the dance floor he had already swept her into his arms. Since they had only just met, his dance hold anywhere else would have been wrong, already his hands were cupping the cheeks of her ass and she was pulled in close to him. I watched as he put his head close to hers and whispered something. Her eyes shot open wide in response but then she remembered my earlier instructions and, licking her lips, nodded and smiled.

He leaned his head back down to her and planted a small kiss on her lips, and then moved back about an inch. The little trouper leaned forward herself and kissed him in return, allowing her lips to linger on his, her tongue darting from between slightly parted lips to brush quickly across his lips and then she broke the contact once more. Gary needed no further invitation and instantly mashed his mouth down onto hers for a full blown French kiss which didn’t seem to surprise, let alone faze her. The two twirled in a slow circle on the dance floor, oblivious to their surroundings as they kissed, his hands continuing to rub in circles on her butt.

When the song ended and they parted, Amy was breathing very heavily as Gary brought her back to my table, handed her into her seat, then raised her lace gloved fingers to his lips and kissed them before thanking me and disappearing into the gloom.

“Did you enjoy that, Amy?”

She nodded, still somewhat breathless from the kiss but with a definite glow of passion on her cheeks. As she sat there my hand immediately returned to her thigh and she even parted her legs slightly to accommodate me. Slowly her breathing returned to a more normal state and it wasn’t long before another of my friends appeared at the table to ask for a dance.

This time as the man danced with her he did so in a different position. Holding her from behind, his hands on her waist pulling her hips backward, he forced her to grind her butt against his crotch. Her arms were up and over his neck still, forcing her pretty breasts up and out, accentuating her figure. From his view above her shoulder I am sure he could see down into her cleavage. I filed the technique away for future use and continued to watch.

One by one over the next hour my friends came up to ask me for a dance with her, sometimes while she was still on the dance floor, not allowing her time to rest in between. It was a while before she was allowed a rest and rejoined me in the booth.

“You look very warm, Amy.”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that won’t we?”

She looked at me in horror and then cast her eyes around the room. Every one of the other women was still fully clothed and everyone, including the women, seemed to be looking at her.

“Don’t worry, my sweet. I have no intention of stripping you naked in here but I think you can lose at least one layer to help your skin to breathe. She gulped.

“Yes, master.”

Unknown to Amy, during the afternoon Felicity had shown me how the inner layer of the dress was fastened together. I put my hands on her shoulders, reached inside the lace outer and slipped the Velcro tabs at the shoulders open. The two halves of each shoulder strap fell away from each other. But that was about as far as I could go with her sitting down.

“Stand up please, Amy, and come round here.”

Felicity had told me she thought Amy had started fantasising about precisely this happening and from the way she was suddenly breathing hard with a bright flush to her face it seemed highly probable. She moved to stand in front of me as I sat on the edge of the booth seat. I twisted her round to face away from me and then reached up the back of the dress, hiking the lace to above her waist in the process. She stood still, allowing me to manipulate her dress and her body.

There were two sets of Velcro tabs at her waist and these easily popped open, then it was simply a matter of wriggling and pulling the black cloth down. It took a couple of minutes and I could see in the mirror she had closed her eyes so as not to see all the people watching her body being slowly revealed to them.

She was of course still decent, the expensive lingerie was made to stay in place and did so, keeping her modesty covered but the sensation was having an effect on her. I could feel her body shivering almost continuously and the trembling extended down to her legs when I asked her to lift them one at a time so I could remove the now useless part of the garment.

As she sat down once more I leaned across to her.

“Did you come while I did that?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“I thought you did.”

At that moment Gary came up to the table to ask her for another dance, to which I agreed.