Mary

Mark walked over with his beer to the table of Mary. He already spent plenty of time with Matt and Cassidy so he wasn’t too worried about missing out on more time with them. Jess was giving him that ‘I’m going to milk your balls dry’ kind of seductive look. But with his experiences with her so far, chances are he would just end up being teased to no end and that’s it.

Miranda and Ali would have been fun to sit with too but there was just something about that dark haired Greek girl that always lured him in. Perhaps it was the experience of discovering that she is so kinky. What she did to Brad didn't leave Mark's mind. Although it does not seem, she is in fact a real dominatrix. Who knows, maybe it will be a chance for him to experience a more submissive side that he never advanced. Although all the dedication he applies in licking pussies, wanting to give them pleasure, is not only due to the compliments that this brings, but also a certain tendency towards submission.

So the decision was pretty simple in the end. Even more so that she was alone and with a face not very happy.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked politely.

Mary seeing who she is, and seeing his interest in sitting with her, remembering past experiences, she opens a smile and lets out, in a bossy voice: "You already know me, you should already know that this is not how you should address me."

Mark feels his cock showing signs of life, as Mary has already entered the game. Now it's his turn: "So how am I supposed to address you?"

Mary, realizing that he is getting into the mood, and without losing the chance to assert his dominance right away, replies: "Whenever you address me, you must call 'mistress'. My queen "is also an option. And you should always be more polite, realizing that any concession from me is an honor that I give you. For example: Mistress, I ask you to do me the honor of sitting with you. Could you give me this honor?"

Mark repeats the sentence she said, in a pleading voice, but without making a joke.

"Yes, I authorize you."

Mark put his beer on the table before taken a seat on the stool next to her. Mark can't stop staring at the beautiful, Greek-looking woman sitting across from him. Not just for the beauty. But, her clothes exude perversion and dominance. She is wearing a black leather dress that clings to her body and has metal chain straps. The dress is long, but it lets you see her curves. It goes to her knees, and barely leaving a glimpse of skin, a black leather boot stops just below the bottom of the dress. In the toe of the boot are several small, sharp metal nails that no man would like to be kicked in the private parts of with it. Supporting the boots is a long heel, also made of metal and very pointed.

Mary doesn't speak to Mark for a second, not even the eye, just out of the corner of her eye, knowing the effect she's having. She just doesn't see the hard on that Mark is having with her vision, because the table lid covers this fact. Whether that's why, because of Mary's silence, or because of the dread that he has to be called upon to sing, Mark drinks drink after drink. He feels lighter, and at the same time, very drunk.

The people on the stage began to appear a little blurry, he’d lost track of the amount of beers he had polished off and the fear of getting up on stage was gone.

He was cheering loudly as one of the other guys finished up on stage.

It didn’t go unnoticed, Tiffany called out from her table, “Hey Mark, you want to go next?”

About 20 minutes ago, that would have frightened the hell out of him but Mark was beyond a state of tipsy ness now. He got out of his stool and stumbled towards the stage in front of a round of applause.

What could go wrong...