"Hi welcome to Liberty!" The lady behind the desk chirped as we walked through the door. She was classically pretty with discreet makeup that enhanced her high cheekbones and had chosen to wear a dark red lipstick that reminded me of autumn apples. Her clothes we black but mostly hidden from my view as I walked in beside Master.
We'd been together for a few months now having met at a residential training course, the short version is I didn't spend a night of the course in my own room and he had taken control of me almost immediately, dictating was I was (and was not) to wear the entire time. The long version would have to be its own recanting.
Master was dressed simply, black button down shirt with silver detailing at the collar and pocket, black dress trousers and shoes. Nice, but he wasn't the main attraction of the evening and he had dressed to match that. He also carried a small bag, the contents of which I was not privy too.
I on the other hand was dressed to attract attention; while I had been permitted to wear a long coat during the drive and walk through the carpark it was now removed and left with the receptionist to reveal a black high neck mesh bodysuit. I had not been permitted to wear underwear so both my nipples and pussy were clearly visible.
While it has been cold walking across the carpark the temperature of the room suggested that the formers stiffness was not due to temperature.
As for the latter; Master had spent considerable time inspecting it today, sending me back to shave it again no less than 3 times until he was satisfied with its presentation. My ass still remembered the slaps it had recieved to aid my focus.
Paired with the bodysuit I wore a black lace eye mask, Styled like a butterfly with the wings surrounding my blue eyes, mascara and eye shadow ensured that my face remained interesting though Master had specifically instructed they not be waterproof. The center of the mask came up into a point that extended half way to my hair.
My hair was platinum blonde and just past the shoulder though would naturally fall longer had Master not instructed me to style it into long curls for the night.
On my feet I wore a pair of black block heel shoes, again on instruction. Master liked the way they made my ass look, and my ass was very on show tonight.
The final thing I wore was the steel band locked around my neck. Master's collar was a plain shiny ring of smooth steel that formed a turian band, it had a single ring affixed to the front that had proven its ability to withstand me throwing myself against it or Master pulling me into line. Today it had a black leather leash clipped into it that slack lined into Master's hand, I would not let the leash become taut, not today.
We paid and entered the club. We were relatively early in the night but nowhere near the first one there. At a guess there were twenty to twenty five individuals already in attendance a mix of mostly couples with the occasional single man hanging around. We'd been told nights could get into the hundreds but this was our first time here so we were relying on the recommendations of friends. Either way Master wanted to come early so we had, I wasn't in a position to object, tonight was a punishment for me.
Master had been working hard recently; we'd moved in together to a house I'd inherited from an aunt. Things had been going fast between us but slow to the outside world - we hadn't even met each others parents yet. Master had to travel a lot at first and thanks to other parts of the inheritance I worked part time for a charity (Women's support ironically) meaning I had a lot of free time. Free time I had misused.
It started off small, harmless flirting online but quickly spiralling to more. I was careful to always leave my face out of photos that were public but in private messages I wasn't so cautious. I'd ended up playing games with myself and others. Or rather I always had been but had neglected to tell Master about that part of my kink. Trying to leave it behind me when he became part of my life. It hadn't worked and I had grown bolder over time.
What started off as nudes had turned into the most depraved messages paired with humiliating photos. I was involved with a group who would fill USB drives with such things and hide them in the world to be found for a short time. A so called "Timebomb challenge". I'd done several, pictures and videos of me nude or fucking animalistic dildos were hidden in local parks and risked for a cheap thrill. I knew people in my city were hunting them. I recieved several photos of people getting close, but I hadn't been beaten yet and had successfully recovered each drive.
Still I taunted, sharing pics to the people hunting me and one of those unfortunately got posted online and picked up by a scraper bot.
It wasn't much, just my tits but it showed my bedroom. Master recognised it.
He went digging, he found my hidden world, he leaned about the risks I was taking, he learned about my plans for another one.
When I left to play my game he followed me. I hid the USB in a place I thought it wouldn't be found, but that wasn't the case, he picked it up as soon as I left and several days later confronted me with it all.
Today was my punishment. I was going to be hurt, I was going to be fucked. A lot in both cases. I'd given him agency to do whatever he wanted to me and he intended to make sure that if I wanted humiliation, that is what I was going to get.
"Follow whore," was the instruction and we walked to the bar, a beer for him, a water for me. I was not allowed the cloak of alcohol tonight.
We looked around the club a little, apart from the bar there was a giant hot tub that looked really inviting though it stank of chlorine.
A room near to it filled with multiple large beds where some couples were already beginning some softer play which aroused my interest, as you may have guessed from the reason for us being here I have always enjoyed having an audience.
Finally there was a dungeon room outfitted with multiple restraint points, chairs and benches, all currently vacant.
As we returned to the bar area we became aware of an older man - probably in his fifties so double my age. Idly stroking his cock while watching me walk, not out and out wanking, just playing with it like it was a fidget toy. My Master chuckled as he lent against the bar, turning me to present my front to the man. I kept my eyes down, avoiding Master's gaze.
"Seems like he likes you slut."
'Yes Master.'
"You know him?"
'No Master.'
"We should probably teach him a lesson about manners and patience don't you agree slut?"
'Yes Master.'
Master paused for a moment thinking, then he unclipped the lead from my collar
"Go suck his dick slut, waste his load for the night."
'Yes Master.' I intoned, walking towards the man.
I'd sucked dick on demand before though only once or twice for Master. He knew well that a previous Master had used me to satisfy his friends perversions and his own debt having me sell access to my body for literally pennies to teach me my value, he also knew I thrived on such use and humiliation so there was no hesitation in my willingness to follow his command.
'Sir' I said to the man 'This sluts Master notes that you are enjoying the sight of it body and invites you to use this slaves throat rather than your hand if you desire?'
"Err what?" The man said dumbfounded as my Master laughed
I dropped to my knees opening my mouth and extending a saliva covered tongue, his wrinkled semi flaccid cock was less than a hands width from my nose. "Would you like this slave to suck your cock Sir?"
