Watching that woman on stage with her sub was mesmerising. So understated and subtle, but the way she held his gaze whilst he showed her how beautiful she is, was searing, like there was no one else around. God, what I’d do to have a woman like that.
I became so transfixed and engrossed in their scene that my cock started to get hard, and I crossed my legs in my seat to will it away. Unless I want to get it out and deal with it in front of everyone, which is still very much a step too far for me, I need a distraction.
I stand and turn towards the bar, searching for a refill. My eyes fall upon the woman at the bar. It’s her legs that catch my attention, the line running up her calves like an invitation to look higher. Her skirt catches the light, and the satin hugs her full curves, showcasing her thighs and rounded cheeks perched on the bar stool. I force myself to
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look down as I approach; this is making it very difficult to get rid of my hard-on.
As I lean on the bar top, I look to my right, facing the woman. “Good evening.”
She sits there, looking at me with no response. Well, shit, this is awkward. I’ve heard some Dommes want to be addressed by titles like Mistress, but I’ve been warned that it’s considered impolite unless she ismyMistress. God, this stuff can get confusing. Why can’t I just talk to someone like a normal person?
“Okay, maybe I’ve made a mistake. Please excuse me. Am I meant to address you by a title to say hello?” I play with the drinks coaster in my hand, wishing I didn’t feel so embarrassed. What the fuck am I doing here? Maybe I don’t fit in after all.
“Oh, erm… Gosh, no. Sorry!” she sputters out.
She’s cute. She looks every inch a vampy queen in her corset and skirt. Her full breasts are pushed up, but with a fine layer of black chiffon covering her chest and shoulders, providing coverage but sheer enough to glimpse what’s beneath. The masquerade mask glints in the light, leaving only her deep blue eyes and full red lips on show. She looks nervous, not what I’d expect of a Domme, but maybe I’m wrong and she’s a sub too.
“Hi, I’m, erm… I’m Belle.” She gives a bright smile as she holds out her hand, and I take it in mine to give ita
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gentle shake. Her long, slender fingers are warm and soft in mine, the feel of her skin giving me a shiver. It’s felt so long since someone has touched me, and Christ, I’ve missed it.
She gently pulls her hand away, making me realise I’ve held on to it for a little too long.
“Belle,” I say. “It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. I’m James. I haven’t seen you here before.” Not that I’ve been here much, but it’s been so long since I’ve tried talking to a woman I don’t know, and I’m a little out of practice. She’s so clearly out of my league.
She seems to relax a little in her seat. “Have you been a member long? This is my first night here.”
“Actually, no. I only joined about six months ago but don’t get down here much. Is it the first time you’ve joined a club?” I have a little spark of hope that maybe she’s just as new to all of this as I am and I won’t look a total idiot.
She looks down at her drink, her fingers absentmindedly stroking the stem of her glass like she’s trying to work out her answer. “I just moved to the area. I worked at my last club for a few years. I tended the bar and got into the scene that way.” She pauses, and I realise I’ve been watching her fingers far longer than would be considered normal.
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My eyes snap back up to her face, all thoughts of her fingers stroking anything of mine pushed firmly aside. She’s clearly more experienced than me.
“So, tell me, James. Do you like what you see tonight?”
Of course I do. She’s gorgeous. Her subtle confidence and glinting eyes captivate me. Her rounded hips and ass make me want to sink my fingers and teeth into them and feel that soft flesh give under my touch. She’d be a feast worth savouring.
“Are you asking if I like the scenes on stage, or you? Because it’s a definite yes on both counts.”
She laughs and looks down at the bar, a smirk playing across her soft lips.
“Well played, James. Very smooth.” She hesitates a little, looks at me with those deep blue eyes that remind me of a tropical lagoon, and then asks seriously, “James, do you like to sub or Dom? I’d hate for us to be looking for different things here and misunderstand each other.”
She’s nothing if not direct.
My mind whirrs while formulating my answer, and I decide to go with honesty. “Belle, I’ll be honest with you. I’m not entirely sure.”
I run my hand through my hair, starting to feel a little uncomfortable. She must sense this as she rests her hand on my arm. “Talk to me, James. Let’s figure it out,” she
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says gently, coaxing me into a feeling of relaxation. Her tone is soft, yet brooks no argument, and I feel like I can talk to her, open up, like we’ve talked for hours already, but it’s only been a matter of minutes.
