Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Twelve

butterfly 

We'd gone over what to expect, but my heart was racing with anticipation as we drove the few miles to Verde. I was wearing the outfit my Mistress had chosen for me under another dress.

Her eyes had been filled with lust as she helped me into the leather and chains. I wasn't sure how she had any desire left in her. After work, she'd fed me, fucked me—coming deep inside—and fed me again. My mark was humming from all of the fluid I'd ingested and absorbed, and once again, I felt like I could fly. In the very beginning after she'd given it to me, I'd gotten tired, but that wasn't really happening anymore. She thought it might be building up in my system, because it was rare that I didn't feel like I had the extra Nermac abilities, and I was only sleeping about three hours a night.

As we pulled up to the club, I fidgeted with the leather and chains under my dress.

"Do not touch your clothing."

Her comment startled me. Her eyes had been ahead, but apparently she'd been watching.

"I have dressed you. It is perfect—you will not touch the clothing or your body. Do you understand, butterfly?"

Her tone was harsher than normal and I wondered if she was nervous, too.

We entered the club I'd seen a few times but had never dared to go to. I just didn't live that type of life before. Yet here I was, walking through the main club, Lauren's hand on the small of my back as she led me toward a door marked 'closet.' When we entered, a bouncer stood there at the opposite side of the small room. On the floor, a woman was nude and kneeling before another man who was clearly her Master. He said something to the bouncer, who opened the door. "Come, slut," he barked, pulling on the leash, causing her to fall forward and crawl after him.

I stood frozen in shock. It was the first time I'd seen another submissive in real life acting as one. I felt the pressure of Lauren's hand on my back. "Come, butterfly."

She moved me over to a set of two doors that were clearly changing rooms. "Do not keep me waiting."

I hurried inside and pulled the dress over my head. She'd shown me the outfit before we left the house, but as I stood there, I couldn't believe I was about to walk out of the changing room in it. The bouncer would certainly see me, as would anyone else who was on the other side of the door.

"It's just a bikini," I told myself. And in essence, it was. There was a leather bra that covered everything, though the bottom was a leather thong. I'd never worn a thong at the beach. It wasn't so much the outfit that had me trembling, however. It was what it represented. By wearing this out there, I was indicating that I was the property of another person, to do with as she pleased. The thought crossed my mind that I might see someone I knew. If I did, they would know that I liked being used sexually.

"Are you ashamed?" my inner voice asked.

The answer was a resounding, "No," and with that, I opened the door and took my place at my Mistress' feet.

He looked at me, and any fear or nervousness I felt was gone when I saw the look of adoration in her eyes.

"You look perfect, my butterfly. Give me your hand."

The chain, which she had purchased yesterday, was now hooked to a thin silver bracelet. "This is symbolic to make it clear to everyone that you belong to me. I will not pull you around by it. I expect that you will follow me. Understand? Speak."

"Yes, Mistress. I would follow you anywhere." And it was true. I trusted her with my life.

I had tried to prepare myself mentally for what I would see in a BDSM club, but I couldn't have prepared myself for everything. I'd expected to see sexual acts and nude people, but what I hadn't thought about was how they would all be looking at me. Compared to most of them, I was way overdressed, yet I felt nude before their eyes.