The Night My Domme Showed Me Off at the Club

I hadn’t heard anything from Domme Nadia for months. Her number vanished from my life just as suddenly as 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 clench all at once.

—I want you here Saturday at eleven —she said, without saying hello—. We’re going somewhere new. 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 would go.

I confess that the order surprised and aroused me in equal measure. I had never set foot in a fetish club, one of those discreet places where domination stopped being a secret between four walls and became something other people watched. I spent the following days thinking of little else, my cock hardening every time I imagined Nadia’s hands on me in front of strangers.

I arrived on time Saturday at the pub she had directed me to, a low-lit bar playing slow music on a secluded street. I saw her from behind, sitting at the bar. She wore a black dress with a long slit that left her leg bare, and high-heeled sandals so tall I could hardly imagine how she walked in them. Her toenails, painted an intense red, showed between the leather straps.

I approached and lowered my gaze.

—Good evening, worm —she said, without turning all the way around.

—At Your feet and at Your disposal, Mistress.

—Of course you are. That’s where you belong. —She took a sip from her glass—. From now on, you will speak only when I order you to. Is that clear?

I nodded. That night I learned that nodding was also an allowed form of speech.

She dropped a bunch of keys onto the floor, as if by accident. I immediately bent down, but before my fingers could touch them, she planted the sole of her sandal on the key ring.

—Stay there for a moment.

I obeyed, crouched at the level of her feet, staring at the perfect red of her toenails and the leather stretched across 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 continued drinking unhurriedly while I remained beside her, not tasting a thing because she had not given me permission. Every so often she dropped a napkin, a coin, or a coaster, and I bent down to retrieve it. She doesn’t want me to forget where I belong. 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 raise your eyes from my heels.

We walked that way for five minutes, her striding firmly ahead and me behind her, hypnotized by the sway of her ankles. We stopped in front of an unmarked door guarded by an enormous man who greeted her with a gesture and let us pass.

***

The interior smelled of leather and incense. After crossing the first corridor, Nadia stopped in a dim foyer.

—Strip. Keep on only what I told you to wear.

I took off my clothes with clumsy hands and left them folded where she indicated. Beneath my suit I was wearing the tight underwear she had ordered me to buy, ridiculous and minimal, a thong that barely contained my half-hard cock. She, on the other hand, opened her coat and revealed a top that barely covered her breasts, her nipples showing beneath the thin fabric.

—Don’t even think about looking at them —she said, amused, when she saw my eyes rise 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 bag and fastened it around my neck with a sharp click—. On all fours. Dogs don’t walk upright.

I got down on the floor. She clipped a leash to the collar and began walking. I followed with my gaze fixed on her heels, feeling the cold floor beneath my palms and the heat of the watching eyes when we entered.

The room was spacious and crowded. There were Mistresses with their slaves at their feet, a few Masters walking their slaves on leashes, and couples playing out dynamics I never quite managed to decipher. No one 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 with her legs crossed, letting the slit in her dress ride up until it suggested she was wearing nothing underneath.

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

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

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

She slapped me across the face, the crack carrying above the music. A couple of heads turned. I lowered my gaze, burning with humiliation and, at the same time, completely 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 I freed her foot. I repeated the operation with the other one, slowly, feeling her watching me.

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

I lay down 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. I started with the soles, tracing them from heel to toe with my tongue held flat, swallowing the salty taste of her sweat mixed with the leather. When I reached her toes, I parted them one by one with the tip of my tongue, sinking into each gap and sucking them as though they were little cocks. She let out a low moan, almost imperceptible, and I felt my dick harden inside the thong until it brushed the floor. The taste of leather, the scrape of her nails against my tongue, the weight of her contempt. I had been at it for several minutes when a shadow stopped beside the sofa.

***

—Hi, how are you? —The voice was feminine and warm—. My name is Selene. This is my slave, Bruno.

I shifted my eyes slightly. She was a blonde woman with small feet in silver sandals, dressed in purple with a generous cleavage revealing the upper swell of large, firm tits. Beside her, held by a leash, stood a naked man with his gaze lowered, his cock hanging limp between his thighs.

—I’m Nadia —my Mistress replied—. And this foot-licking worm has no name. He’s like a stray dog. I’m exploring how far I can take him.

—Would you mind if I sat down and tried that mouth? —Nadia gave a gesture of permission—. My feet are tired, and it seems to me he’s not bad at it. —Selene sat beside her and tied Bruno’s leash to the leg of the table—. This one, on the other hand, still needs to improve.

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

Within seconds I had Selene’s feet in my mouth, her skin softer, her perfume different, a sweet scent concentrated between her toes. I licked them with the same hunger, sucking her instep and nibbling her ankle when she allowed it. Bruno, tied to the table, watched every movement with a mixture of attention and envy, and I noticed his cock beginning to rise little by little, swelling against his own thigh. Meanwhile, Nadia had begun to toy with the tip of her foot against my crotch, pressing on the weight of my balls, measuring me, feeling how soaked the thong was from the tip of my cock.

—Look how hard the pervert is —Nadia laughed, pressing harder—. His cock is going to explode just from having his balls stepped on.

—Learn from him, Bruno —Selene laughed too.

—What do you say we move to a private room and see how far your slave can go? —she suggested afterward, turning toward Nadia—. Mine does everything I order him to. He’s well trained.

My Mistress didn’t think twice.

***

The private room had subdued lighting and was decorated with some taste: a spreader cross on either side, a table with neatly arranged implements, and a low sofa. We entered on all fours, both slaves naked, guided by our leashes. They had already removed the little Bruno had been wearing, and his cock swung between his legs, hard and curved, pointing upward.

I was expectant. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and that uncertainty was part of the vertigo.

They tied each of us to a cross, arms and legs spread wide. They began running their hands over our bodies, pinching our nipples until we grunted, rubbing themselves against us without allowing us anything. Nadia dragged her nails across my chest, down my stomach, and closed her hand around my cock, squeezing it hard without moving it, simply tightening her grip until it hurt. Then she let go, laughed, and gave my balls two sharp slaps that made me buckle my knees against the ropes. On the other side, Selene had knelt in front of Bruno and was licking the tip of his cock with a very loose tongue, never taking it into her mouth, until he began to moan and beg for something she refused to give him. When we were both breathing raggedly, our cocks hard as rocks and dripping, 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 and silent. Bruno and I exchanged a look that said everything: neither of us had any idea how far they were prepared to go.

They returned after a while. They had both changed: each now wore a harness cinched around her hips, with a thick black silicone cock protruding from it, long and gleaming, swinging between her legs as if it were her own. They untied us, and we dropped to our knees almost instinctively. Before I could think, Selene’s harness was in front of my mouth.

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

I obeyed. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and she thrust in at once, mercilessly, all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, a strand of saliva running down my chin onto my chest. She didn’t ease up: she grabbed the back of my neck and began fucking my mouth at a steady rhythm, pulling the silicone cock out and pushing it back in to the balls, forcing me to swallow every thrust. Beside me, Bruno was doing the same with Nadia, his throat full of cock, panting through his nose. From time to time they switched, and I moved from one to the other without rest, sucking Selene’s latex, coated in my saliva, then tasting Nadia’s, with that mingled flavor from the depths of my own throat.

—This worm sucks better with the cock all the way down —Nadia said, grabbing my hair and pushing me against her stomach until my nose struck the harness—. He loves choking. Look at him drooling.

—Mine is already trained —Selene replied, tugging on the clamp she had placed on one of Bruno’s nipples—. But yours has a lot of potential. Look at that throat.

They talked over our heads as though we were objects being assessed, continuing to push the rubber cocks into our guts. When they finally pulled them out, my face was drenched in saliva and my cheeks were burning.

—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 him up properly, because he’s going to be busy 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 into my ear. She forced me onto my knees on the floor, my chest against the carpet and my ass raised. She spread my cheeks with both hands, spat on my hole, and smeared the saliva with two fingers, which she began pushing inside me very slowly, one first, then two, twisting them and opening me up. I moaned against the gag, my eyes squeezed shut.

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

I felt the tip of the harness press against my already-open anus, followed by the thrust, slow but steady, until the silicone cock slid all the way inside me. I screamed against the rubber ball, saliva escaping from the corners of my mouth. Selene grabbed my hips and began to move: short thrusts at first, until I felt myself getting used to it, then long strokes, pulling it almost all the way out before driving it back in to the base of the harness. Every impact tore a muffled whimper from me, and I felt my own hard, hanging cock swinging between my legs, dripping onto the floor. 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 shown it earlier, and she stroked one of her nipples beneath her top.

—He’s a grateful ass —Selene said, fucking me harder, making her hips slap against my buttocks—. It’s obvious he needed this. He opens all by himself. Look how he squeezes when I go all the way in.

—He likes feeling a woman’s superiority —Nadia replied, almost proudly, pressing her sole harder into my cheek—. Being at someone’s mercy, seeking the pleasure of the one in charge. He’s a needy fucking dog; he can’t live without a cock inside him. —Then, turning toward the other slave, she added—: Open up too, Bruno. You’ve made me jealous.

Nadia settled in behind Bruno and inserted the harness without much preamble. I heard his rough panting, then the rhythm of both Mistresses fucking us at once, coordinating their thrusts and laughing over our moans. Selene fucked me so deeply that I felt my guts settling around the silicone; every time she went all the way in, a spasm shot up my spine and the tip of my cock spurted a jet of precum. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, Selene grabbed my leash, pulled my head upward, and thrust even faster, her hands squeezing my nipples from behind. I couldn’t come without permission, and that order never came: I clenched my teeth against the ball and held on.

***

When they grew tired, they removed their harnesses, sank onto the sofa, and beckoned us with a finger. We crawled to their feet, our asses burning and our cocks hard and unloaded. Nadia removed my gag and let me pant at the feet of the sofa.

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

—He has a useful tongue. Worth keeping. What about yours?

—Well trained —Selene said—. He knows what he’s doing, although he still needs work with feet. —She thought for a moment and smiled—. I have an idea. Let them eat our pussies until we come in their mouths. But they have to do it while holding on to each other. Holding each other’s cocks. What do you think?

Nadia found it hilarious and agreed, laughing. She hiked her dress up to her waist and spread her legs; her pussy was shaved, glistening, its lips swollen and dripping with arousal. Beside her, Selene raised her skirt and revealed hers, also bare, with a silver piercing in her clitoris.

So I began tasting Selene while my hand held Bruno’s hard cock, and he did the same with Nadia while holding me. Bruno’s cock lay hot and heavy in my fist, the skin pulled taut and the tip soaked, and I stroked it slowly while burying my face between Selene’s thighs. I licked her entire slit from bottom to top, savoring her sharp wetness, and when I reached the clitoris caught by the piercing, I stayed there, sucking it with the tip of my tongue, circling it as she directed me with the hand on the back of my neck. Selene moaned and tugged my hair every time I got the movement right. Beside me, I could hear Nadia breathing more deeply, Bruno buried between her thighs, and I felt my own cock, in his hand, twisting helplessly without being allowed to come.

—Put two fingers inside me, worm —Selene ordered in a hoarse voice—. In my pussy while you keep sucking me. Move them upward, where I’m telling you.

I obeyed. I pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them toward the ceiling and pressing that soft spot she indicated with her hips, without easing my tongue off her clitoris. I felt her tremble, her thighs clamp around my ears, and suddenly she came on my face, soaking my chin with her juices, a long moan echoing through the room. Almost at the same time, I heard Nadia’s orgasm against Bruno’s mouth, a savage growl followed by a series of spasms that made her legs close around the other slave’s head.

It was an absurd scene and perfect at the same time: two men reduced to nothing, their faces soaked with their Mistresses’ pussies, serving two women who laughed above us, our cocks in each other’s hands without permission to release.

It didn’t take them much longer to relax. They looked at each other, satisfied, then looked at us with that maliciousness I was beginning to recognize, our cocks still stiff in one another’s hands.

—It’s still early —Nadia said, stretching—. Shall we go somewhere else and continue the evening? These two still haven’t come, and I’m not going to let them do it that easily.

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