As my eyes scan the inside of the club, I take everything in. Six small stages line the perimeter of the dance floor, half moon couches encompassing them. Tall ceilings hold slowly rotating fans, no doubt to keep the place at a decent temperature once people file in. On the opposite side, near the doors, sits a giant bar with glass shelving and red neon backlighting. The stools are spaced slightly further apart then they'd be regularly, most likely for subs to kneel beside. Straight ahead from the entrance is a lounge area with one giant stage at the back. Booths line the walls as large leather couches and chaise lounges fill the center of the room. I notice a hallway near the entrance of the lounge area, no doubt leading to the bathrooms.
Before I can closer examine my surroundings I'm led towards the bar by Sir as Master walks in front. Master talks with an employee behind the bar but I can't focus on what they're saying, my brain still going a million miles an hour from the realization of strangers seeing me like this. All of a sudden Master turns towards me as Sir pushes me forward slightly. I look over at the employee as she smiles at me. She looks close to my age, maybe late 20s, and has her natural red hair pinned back into a tight bun.
"This is Cherise, she'll look after you for tonight," Master explains. I snap my attention to him with quizzical eyes. They never said anything about them not being close tonight. He smirks before he begins to explain to me their plan.
All in all, tonight's punishment will consist of me waiting on Master and Sir while they talk to business partners in the lounge. I'm to sit at the bar and, quote, "look cute", until I'm called over. I don't question how I'll exactly know when they call me considering once the doors open, this place will be flooded with people and loud music, but I'm sure they've come up with something.
"You start from 8 and go 'til midnight. Sound reasonable?" Sir tells me and I nod, my nerves making my heart race faster than ever before.
"Oh, one more thing," Master says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the hallway I saw before. The three of us quietly walk through the hall until we reach the men's bathroom. The bathroom itself is the cleanest public bathroom I've ever seen, it even has a slightly lemony scent in the air.
Before I can further appreciate the cleanliness, Master places me in front of the counter of sinks, making me look at myself in the giant mirror. He slowly undoes my coat and slides it off of me, goosebumps forming on my arms from the fabric. He maintains eye contact through the mirror as the coat drops to the floor and I notice Sir pulling something out. I catch a glimpse of white fur and my heart drops. Both of them snicker as they see my expression causing me to blush slightly. The clicking of the lube bottle cap snaps me back into reality and I turn around pressing my ass against the counter's edge.
"No fucking way," I tell them, my voice is slightly shaking but I manage to level it out. Master cocks his eyebrow, folding his arms, holding the buttplug out to the side. "No," I repeat. I could handle this shit in their house, but in front of strangers in a club? No fucking way.
"I mean, you can call it off now if you want, but the deal would be over," Sir reminds me.
"You've racked up quite the punishment list kitten," Master taunts.
"How many?" I ask, wanting to truly weigh my options.
"Twenty minor ones, five major," Sir tells me and I swallow a lump in my throat. I've only gone through about three punishments total, the last of which being the only "major" one. Its obviously a better choice to just go through this one punishment than having to deal with twenty five. I pretend to contemplate more as if I haven't made my decision, just trying to stall.
"Fine," I grit out, staring daggers at Master as I notice them loosing patience.
"Fine what?" Master asks, matching my sternness.
"I'll just go through with this," I say, frowning slightly.
Master smirks making me even angrier, and jerks me away from the counter, making me stumble into his chest. He keeps me against his chest, handing the tail over to Sir. Master turns us around with his back towards the mirror. He shifts himself so I can look over his shoulder into the mirror. As soon as I catch a glimpse of myself I look away out of embarrassment, but Master grabs my jaw. Its not rough, but his grip is strong and keeps my head in place. I scowl up at him as he smiles down. I want to spit in his face but I cant move my head let alone open my jaw. He jerks my head back to looking in the mirror and I cast my eyes down. "Look," Master says in my ear, his voice rattling in my head and I meet my gaze in the mirror.
I gasp as I feel Sir's finger at my entrance. Agonizingly slowly, he slides his finger in with ease, the lube slightly cold on my ass. He pumps his finger a couple times, curling his finger right before adding a second. A moan slips and my eyes close slightly, Master's grip tightening in response. I open my eyes again staring at myself, my entire face beet red. Sir continues to stretch me, eventually reaching three fingers. He continues to pump and curl his fingers longer than needed, my legs shaking as I try my damned hardest not to become a moaning mess. At this point I don't even register my reflection, my full attention geared towards Sir's actions. I bite down on my lip, breathing shakily though most of what comes out are moans.
Just as I decide to ask permission to cum, Sir slides the tail in and I notice a click in my front. I sigh realizing just exactly what is happening, my mind clearing. Sir fluffs the skirt down around the tail and smacks my ass as he gets back on his feet. I shoot a glare at him and straighten myself up, realizing I had been leaning down into Master's chest. I step back from them both, flattening the skirt down more to do something with my hands before staring up at them both.
The both give me amused looks and leave without saying a thing. I let out one final groan before following behind them. As soon as I leave the bathroom I feel the music more than I can hear it. The entire place feels like its shaking and I can only really make out the bass of the music before we get closer to the main area.
Just as suspected, people are everywhere. Half the stools at the bar are occupied and people walk around and grind on the dance floor. I don't get a good look around before I'm seated in the corner of the bar. I see Master fiddle with his watch before winking at me and curling his arm around Sir's waist before both of them leave off into the lounge.
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Here we go again, welcome back! Thank you everyone for supporting me during my hiatus, and as promised, this is the first of the two updates for today!
Stay safe <3
EF
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The Red Market (mxmxm)
RomanceIn a world where those who are down on their luck can sell themselves to certain markets, Elliot finds himself tied up, being auctioned into a crowd of wealthy masked strangers, where two men find a particular liking to him.
