You go to the bar.

You glance at your watch, it is a little after nine PM, still rather early. You decide to start the night with a drink or two in the bar and maybe pass the time with a bit of people watching. You can be fairly certain that you are not the only woman here tonight that is only female because of a little pink pill, will you be able to spot any you wonder.

The bar, when you enter, looks very high class. The general decor is black with bright red accessories, a theme that you remember from the club brochure recurs through many of the rooms. Only a few people are in the bar as yet, but the night is still young. You take a stool at the bar and order a martini. The drinks are dreadfully expensive, but then so was the entrance fee and a private room. Not as expensive as when you visited recently as a man, then the entrance fee was more than double what you have paid as Michele.

You sit and watch people come and go for a few minutes. You study the most beautiful of the women more carefully, from what you have learnt, those changed by the pink pill are invariably young and attractive. If any you see are indeed like yourself men fufilling fantasies then you see no give aways to fully confirm your suspicions.

"Are these seats taken?"

You turn and a young couple are beside you. The man is tall and tanned, handsome you suppose with a fit body and easy smile. His partner is a petite redhead with milky white skin and a splash of freckles across her cheeks and delightfully bright green eyes. You give the pair a warm smile.

"No, not taken at all." You tell them.

The couple sit beside you and the man introduces himself as Greg and the redhead as his wife Nicole. He offers you his hand to shake and you carefully remember to grip his hand lightly as a lady of breeding would. Greg is dressed in a well fitted black suit and tie and Nicole in a simple but sweet white summer dress. As she takes her seat you notice the chrome collar around her neck with a little brass padlock at the front.

"Nicole is a submissive?" You inquire conversationally.

"Yes she is indeed, much to my delight." Greg answers, studying you a moment. "You I would hazard to guess are a domme. No, perhaps a switch?"

"Perhaps." You reply with an enigmatic smile.

"I would love to watch Nicole eat your cunt." Greg watches you closely as he makes his bold statement, clearly trying to define his evaluation of you by gauging your reaction.

"Then you may watch." You reply, enjoying your part in Greg's guessing game and choosing your words so that you are giving him permission rather than simply acquiescing to his wish.

"Nicole, remove my thong." You order the slim redhead as you stand up.

Nicole goes down on her knees in front of your after glancing to her husband for his nod of permission. Her pale slim hands slide up your stockinged legs and under the hem of your cheongsam. Her fingers hook the waistband of your thong and she slowly slides the tiny panties down your legs. You lift each foot in turn so Nicole might remove the thong. You sit on the edge of your stool and hitch up the bottom of your tight dress and spread your legs apart to reveal your newly shaven pussy.

"You have a beautiful cunt." Greg comments, possibly trying to shock or more interestingly to assert dominance with his coarse language.

"Why thank you." You laugh politely, as though the compliment was entirely commonplace and innocent.

Nicole's fingers spread your dark labia open to reveal the pink moist flesh within. Her head cranes forward and her tongue teasingly traces the outline of your pussy with the lightest of touches. Spreading you wider so that your tight passage gapes just slightly her tongue moves slowly in diminishing circles that draw steadily closer to your inner flesh. Tentatively her tongue touches the raw pink flesh inside your labial lips and intrudes into your quim a fraction.

"Is her cunt wet already Nicole?" Greg asks his wife.

"Yes sir, very wet and sweet tasting." Nicole answers obediantly.

Nicole continues to tease and explore the folds of your pussy with frustratingly gentleness and patience. You have deliberately refrained from playing with yourself before this moment and you wish the girl would simply thrust herself deep into your pussy and tonguefuck you. You say nothing to urge her to do so, not wishing Greg to know just how desperately you want it. This first touch of your female sex by another person is an exquisite ****, arousing your sexual need without quenching it at all.

"That will do Nicole." Greg orders the redheaded cunnilinguist, who immediately halts her exploration of your pussy and sits back.

You feel frustrated and aroused by the sudden end to your first sexual encounter. Greg is clearly playing with you by dictating the actions of his wife. Does he imagine you will beg him to let her continue or offer him your submission for the opportunity to reach orgasm?