Authors notes --
- I'm not in love with the title of this piece. If you have recommendations, feel free to leave them in the comments!
- This story contains a consensual sexual relationship between two adult men that consists of a slow build romance, and BDSM (including bondage, dominance and submission, whips, and various sexual encounters). Not all chapters will contain sexual encounters, but many will. If you are uncomfortable with any of these elements, please pass on this story rather than placing yourself in an uncomfortable situation and/or rating it unfairly. Thank you!
Our first week together passed quickly. As the club was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, we spent a significant amount of time in the playroom after dinner those evenings, during which I worked slowly, bringing him to the edge time and again as I focused on teaching him to start learning to control his orgasms; cuming only when I allowed it and holding himself back at my instruction. It was something he hadn't attempted in the past and it is certainly a skill that takes time to master, but, as was always the case, his ability to learn quickly and his desire to please were surprising and impressive.
I kept my normal hours at the club on Wednesday and Thursday, finding that our conflicting schedules didn't allow time for us to see one another outside of meals as a result. While I didn't expect us to engage in sexual play every night, I preferred things to happen relatively organically rather than finding ourselves tied to certain time frames because it was all our schedules would allow. To facilitate this, I asked my club manager Jeymes to handle the club during the opening two hours on Wednesdays and Thursdays for the remainder of my contract with Alexander. She was thrilled to have the opportunity to take on more responsibility.
During dinner on Friday, I let Alexander know that he should attempt to get a good night's rest, and squeeze in a nap after lunch on Saturday if possible as he'd be accompanying me to the club Saturday night. In the future I'd expect him to join me on both Fridays and Saturdays. While we were open on Sundays as well, his office hours meant I'd rarely ask him to accompany me for more than a couple of hours on Sundays so as not to interfere with his ability to work Monday mornings.
As we wrapped up dinner on Saturday, I switched from the conversational tone I used during our meals to the more dominant tone I used with him in other settings as I stood to take my leave of the table.
"I have a few phone calls I need to return before we get ready to head to the club for the night, wait for me on your knees beside my bed."
"Yes Sir."
When I entered the room twenty-five minutes later, he was waiting as I'd instructed; naked and on his knees beside my bed. His spine was straight, hands loosely clasped at his low back, head slightly tucked, just as I'd taught him.
"Watch as I get ready." I spoke briefly as I undressed. From our time together over our first week it had become clear that he was easily aroused and offering him a brief show before we left seemed like a good way to set the evening's tone.
While I owned a creative and varied BDSM appropriate wardrobe, I typically wore only minor variations of the same items, and I pulled on the tight leather pants without thought. At first glance they appeared no different than any pair of leather pants that might be found at an expensive department store, but there were slight differences for those who knew where to look. They carried a barely visible bit of extra material around the knees to facilitate easy kneeling, and the zipper was much longer than that found on normal pants, extending to the crotch seam, allowing easy genital access. I quickly added a leather vest. An elaborate, custom-made piece with pointed front tails that extended below my hips, drawing the eye to the long silver zipper of the pants, and a high mandarin collar. I fastened only half the buttons, leaving a deep V of my chest visible and reached back, pulling on the deep hunter green silk laces to tighten the vest like a corset, emphasizing my broad chest and narrow waist. I made my way to his side and propped up one leg at a time on the side of the bed to pull on knee-high leather boots bedecked with the same deep green laces. I left my hair loose to fall down my back and over my shoulders. I didn't need a mirror to know how I looked. The tight, black leather against my pale skin was sexy, sensual, and powerfully intimidating. One glance at Alexander's naked form quickly established that his body agreed with my conclusions about my appearance.
I pulled another pair of leather pants, nearly identical to my own, from the closet. "Your paperwork indicated that you don't own leather wear, correct?"
"No Sir, I don't'."
"I've had several things made in your size." I handed him the pants and indicated with a lift of my chin that he should stand and put them on as I returned to the closet and grabbed a harness and collar.
I returned and stepped close, letting the front of my body briefly brush his as I slipped the shoulder and chest harness over his arms and fastened it between his shoulder blades, explaining that the eight embedded steel rings were strategically placed in a way that would allow the harness to be safely used for restraint or suspension.
I circled, trailing my fingertips across the skin of his ribs and chest as I made my way to face him, stepping in close once more as I reached around his neck to fasten the thin leather collar. "While I choose to use the cuffs, a collar is an understood indication of ownership. Others will leave you alone for the most part at the club when you wear one." I spoke quietly, allowing my breath to brush along the skin of his neck.
The drive was only a few miles, and I used the time to explain the rules I expected him to follow when we were out with others. "I haven't had a sub in several years, so you'll no doubt be the subject of much interest for many. While we're at the club, you're not to speak to anyone I haven't introduced you to."
"Yes Sir."
"If someone you don't know approaches you, you're to simply indicate your collar and walk away. This shouldn't be considered rude by most as this is a fairly common place rule for a dominant to insist upon. When I do introduce you to someone, you're to take note as to whether or not I use a title. If I refer to them as Master, Mistress, or use any other title, that is the way you are to address them in your responses. You're to only use the specific title given, never things like Sir or Ma'am."
"Yes Sir."
"If I introduce someone using only their name, you must be certain not to use any form of title for them at any time."
"Yes Sir."
I glanced over at him in the passenger seat. His warm golden skin glowed in the pale sunset light that embraced us in the car's dark leather interior. "Excited?" I grinned.
"Nervous Sir."
I was surprised as he'd been to the club before, and he'd fallen into his role with me quickly and easily.
"Wait." I spoke as I pulled into my parking space. He of course made no move as I exited the car. I opened his door and offered him my hand with a gentle smile. Surprise briefly crossed his face as he took it and stepped out, his body pressing tightly against mine as I'd not left enough space for him to stand anywhere else. I leaned in to trail my lips along his jaw as my fingers played with his collar. "You are going to be amazing at this too."
A wave of satisfaction washed over me as he shivered, and goosebumps rose along his neck.
"Thank you, Sir."
As I turned and made my way inside, he fell into step just behind me as I'd previously instructed. It was loud, dark, and overwhelming, as it always was for me the first few moments inside. As we'd just opened for the evening, Jeymes was still hovering near the front entrance sorting out any issues that arose as the first wave of guests filed in and I introduced Alexander only briefly, leaving her to attend to her duties. We made our way slowly, following the same path we'd taken the evening I'd brought him to explore while we were closed the previous week. I introduced him quickly to the bartenders and members of the staff as we happened upon them. As I'd anticipated, his presence was a subject of great interest for many of the regulars. Some who were simply good patrons that enjoyed the club, and some who'd become friends over the years. A few I'd even worked or experimented with at some point. Alex was quiet and collected, engaging with those I introduced him to only in the way I'd instructed. The first night as an owned submissive in a public club could be overwhelming, and I was proud of the way he was handling himself.
It took nearly an hour to circle the club and I had to rush our last few minutes in order to take my place on the exhibition stage for the evening's announcements.
