The Night My Domme Put Me on Display at the Club

It had been months since I’d heard anything from the domme Nadia. Her number vanished from my life the same way it had appeared, without warning, and I had learned not to ask questions. So when her name lit up my phone screen one Thursday night, I felt my stomach clamp shut.

—I want you Saturday at eleven —she said, without greeting me—. We’re going to a new place. A club. And this time you’re going to understand what it means to belong to me in front of people.

She hung up before I could answer. There was no need. She knew I’d go.

I confess the command surprised me and turned me on in equal measure. I had never set foot in a club before, one of those discreet places where domination stops being a secret between four walls and becomes something other people watch. I spent the next few days thinking about little else.

On Saturday I arrived on time at the pub she’d given me, a low-lit bar with slow music on a quiet street. I saw her from behind, seated at the bar. She was wearing a black dress with a long slit that left her leg bare, and such high-heeled sandals that I could hardly imagine how she walked in them. Her toenails, painted a deep red, peeked out between the leather straps.

I approached and lowered my gaze.

—Good evening, worm —she said, without quite turning around.

—At your feet and at your disposal, Mistress.

—Of course. That’s your place. —She took a sip of her drink—. From now on you’ll only speak when I order you to. Understood?

I nodded. I learned that night that nodding was also a permitted form of speech.

She let a bunch of keys drop to the floor, as if by accident. I bent down at once, but before my fingers could touch them, she set the sole of her sandal on the key ring.

—Stay there for a moment.

I obeyed, crouched at her feet, looking at the perfect red of her nails and the leather pulled tight over her instep. Several long seconds passed. Then she lifted her foot and at last I could pick up the keys and hand them to her with both hands.

She kept drinking unhurriedly while I stayed beside her, not tasting anything, because she hadn’t given me permission. Every so often she would drop a napkin, a coin, a coaster, and I would stoop to retrieve it. She doesn’t want me to forget where my place is. I understood perfectly.

When she finished her drink, I paid the bill and she went out into the street.

—Two meters behind me —she murmured without looking at me—. And don’t lift your eyes from my heels.

We walked like that for five minutes, her in front with her firm stride and me behind her, hypnotized by the sway of her ankles. We stopped in front of an unmarked door, guarded by a huge man who greeted her with a gesture and let us in.

***

The inside smelled of leather and incense. After crossing the first hallway, Nadia stopped in a dim vestibule.

—Undress. Keep only what I told you to wear.

I stripped off my clothes with clumsy hands and left them folded where she pointed. Under my suit I was wearing the tight underwear she’d ordered me to buy, ridiculous and tiny. She, by contrast, opened her coat and revealed a top that barely covered her breasts.

—Don’t even think about looking at them —she said, amused, when she saw my eyes flick up for an instant.

I lowered my head at once.

—Now we’re going into the room, and everyone is going to know you’re mine. —She took a black leather collar from her purse and snapped it around my neck with a dry click—. On all fours. Dogs don’t walk upright.

I got down on the floor. She clipped a leash to the collar and started walking. I followed her with my eyes fixed on her heels, feeling the cold of the floor under my palms and the heat of the stares as we entered.

The room was large and crowded. There were mistresses with their slaves at their feet, some master walking his slave girl on a leash, couples playing with dynamics I couldn’t quite decipher. Nobody paid us much attention and, at the same time, everyone seemed to register our entrance. We reached the back, where a velvet sofa waited against the wall, and she sat down, crossing her legs.

—My feet are tired, worm. Can you think of anything?

Without asking permission to speak, because I understood that the question itself was the permission, I put my hands on her right foot and began to take off her sandal carefully.

—Let’s see. A dog works with its mouth, doesn’t it? —Her voice hardened—. I’m going to tie your hands so you won’t make that mistake again. Let it be a lesson.

She slapped me across the face, the sound cracking over the music. A couple of heads turned. I lowered my gaze, burning with humiliation and, at the same time, utterly surrendered. She tied my wrists behind my back with a thin rope, slipped her foot back into the sandal, and waited.

I understood. I caught the leather strap between my teeth and loosened the sandal millimeter by millimeter until her foot was free. I repeated the operation with the other one, slowly, feeling her watching me.

—Now lie down. You’re going to be my carpet while I rest. Because that’s what you are.

I stretched out on the floor and she placed both feet on my chest.

—Stick out your tongue. Don’t leave a single millimeter unlicked. Between the toes too.

I devoted myself to the task with a fervor that surprised even me. The taste of leather, the brush of her nails against my tongue, the weight of her contempt. I’d been at it for several minutes when a shadow stopped beside the sofa.

***

—Hello, how are you? —The voice was feminine, warm—. My name’s Selene. This one here is my slave, Bruno.

I turned my eyes slightly. She was a blonde woman, with small feet in silver sandals, dressed in purple with a generous neckline. Beside her, held on a leash, was a naked man with his gaze lowered.

—I’m Nadia —my Mistress replied—. And this foot-licking worm doesn’t have a name. He’s like a stray dog. I’m seeing how far I can take him.

—Do you mind if I sit down and try that mouth? —Nadia made a permissive gesture—. My feet are tired and I think he’s not bad at it. —Selene sat beside her and tied Bruno’s leash to the table leg—. This one, on the other hand, still needs work.

—Go ahead. He’s a good foot eater —said Nadia.

In seconds I had Selene’s feet in my mouth, her skin softer, her perfume different. Bruno, tied to the table, watched every movement with a mixture of attention and envy. Meanwhile, Nadia had started teasing my groin with the tip of her foot, pressing, measuring me.

—Learn, Bruno —Selene laughed.

—What do you say we move to a private room and see how far your slave goes? —she suggested a little later, turning to Nadia—. Mine does everything I tell him. He’s well trained.

My Mistress didn’t think twice.

***

The private room had dim lighting and tasteful decor: a spread-eagle cross on each side, a table with neatly arranged implements, a low sofa. The two of us slaves came in on all fours, naked, guided by our leashes.

I was on edge. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and that uncertainty was part of the thrill.

They tied each of us to a cross, arms and legs spread open. They began to run their hands over our bodies, pinching our nipples, rubbing against us without allowing us anything. When we were both breathing in ragged gasps, they left the room.

—We’re going to have a drink and think about what to do with you two —Nadia said from the doorway.

They left us alone, tied up, in silence. Bruno and I exchanged a look that said everything: neither of us had any idea how far they were willing to go.

They came back a little later. Both of them had changed: each now wore a harness tight around her hips. They untied us and we fell to our knees almost by instinct. Before I could think, Selene’s harness was in front of my mouth.

—Open. And prove to me your Mistress isn’t exaggerating.

I obeyed. Beside me, Bruno did the same with Nadia. Every so often they switched, and I went from one to the other without pause, listening to their comments over my head, as if we were objects being evaluated.

—Nameless slave —Selene said suddenly, and I knew what was coming—. Turn around. If your Mistress agrees, I’m going to use that ass.

—Go ahead —Nadia laughed—. Open it wide, he’s going to have work to do tonight. —And she closed my mouth with a ball gag, tying it behind my neck so I couldn’t even complain.

Selene prepared me calmly, speaking in my ear.

—I’m going to use you, dog. Let’s see if you’re good for anything. You know you have no will here, that you’re at the mercy of whatever we decide? Well, my will now is this.

I felt her penetrate me. At the same time, my head ended up against the floor, held down beneath Nadia’s left foot, while Bruno licked her other foot with the same devotion I had given hers before.

—He’s a grateful ass —said Selene—. Clearly he needed this. I’m liking it.

—He likes feeling a woman’s superiority —Nadia replied, almost proudly—. Being at someone’s mercy, seeking the pleasure of the one in charge. —And turning to the other slave, she added—: You open too, Bruno. I’m getting jealous.

***

When they got tired, they took off the harnesses, collapsed onto the sofa, and called us over with a curl of the finger. We crawled to their feet.

—Hey, Nadia, how does your dog eat? Does he know how to give real pleasure?

—He’s got a useful tongue. Worth keeping. Yours?

—Well trained —said Selene—. He knows what he’s doing, although he still slips up with feet. —She thought for a moment and smiled—. I’ve got an idea. Let them eat us until they make us come in their mouths. But they have to do it while holding each other. What do you think?

Nadia found it hilarious and agreed between laughs.

So I started tasting Selene while my hand held Bruno, and he did the same with Nadia while he held me. It was an absurd scene and, at the same time, perfect: two men neutralized, serving two women who laughed over our heads.

It didn’t take them long to finish, the two of them almost at once. They looked at each other, satisfied, and then they looked at us with that malice I was already beginning to recognize.

—It’s still early —said Nadia, stretching out—. Shall we go somewhere else and keep the evening going?

Selene nodded. And I, head bowed and collar still tight around my neck, understood that the night had barely begun. There was still a long way to go.