Securing our future

Despite not wanting to accept Valery’s parental money, Mistress decides to take us clothes shopping at the sex shop with Valery’s credit card. We’ve of course gotten many of our cloths there, including our many slutty maid dresses. But now Mistress wants to get us some things that definitely cannot be worn in public… or at least shouldn’t be. By the time we are done we both have several new outfits, none of which can ever be used in class.

That night we all pile into Mistress’s Jeep and drive to a club down town. All three of us walk inside while wearing oversized jackets and pants. Once inside Mistress quickly pulls us into a side room and rips our protective clothing off and stuffs it all in a large duffle bag. She looks resplendent. Her dark eyes pierce into my soul all over again. Her hair is folded into a queenly braided bun with a red crown sitting atop her head. She stands taller than normal above us on dark red thigh high five inch platform boots. She has on a dark skirt with red lining that falls to her ankles in back but raises up to barely reveal her red panty clad, barely contained bulge in front. The skirt is held up by a simple black belt, above which her red laced black corset squeezes her fish net covered breasts up. She has on full sleeve black gloves with red lace at the top and she carries with her a riding crop.

Mistress has taken us to a BDSM club, and she is our dominatrix. Apparently she’s been talking to a lot of the employees at the sex shop about her interest in sex toys, and was told she could meet people here who might be interested in helping her, or at least talking about it.

“Come slaves.”

We each take one of Mistress’s upper arms, being sure to hold her in a way that wouldn’t interfere with her movements but made clear to all that we were hers. Not that anyone could fail to realize who we belonged to. If the collars weren’t clear enough our own outfits were clearly lesser versions of hers. We both wore thigh high boots, but without platforms. We both wore skirts longer in the back than the front, but ours started above our asses and disappeared in front to show off our chastity belts. We both had corsets on, but our breasts were completely bare. And we both wore long gloves, but ours only went to our elbows. And of course unlike the necklace Mistress wore, our necks would never again be without Mistress’s name. Unlike Mistress who wore black with red accents, all of my accents were purple and Valery’s were blue. Valery had her hair done like Mistress’s but without the crown, but Mistress really liked my pig tails so that’s what I wore.

And that is how our Mistress first stepped into the club. Mistress majestically walks through the room with us by her side. I can tell that even in a room filled with this level of debauchery we stand out. Mistress orders three shots of something. She downs the first herself, but then puts the second to Valery’s mouth, who dutifully drinks it. She then holds the last one to my mouth and I drink… and try hard not to spit it out. Mistress chuckles with a confident smirk on her face, amused by my own twisting facial expression at the… interesting flavor of hard liquor.

Mistress then turns to survey the crowd, but quickly gets annoyed at having to look around us, her loyal slaves. “Kneel.” And just like that we are at her feet. We are careful not to actually sit on the ground, but the position is all the less comfortable for that. Still, Mistress has a much better view of the club, and the club patrons have a much better view of the power Mistress has over her slaves. We share a smile at being such excellent accessories for Mistress.

A man approaches. He’s reasonably handsome, all things considered, but I doubt Mistress will make me have to remember him.

“Good evening, you seem new here. I certainly would have remembered such a beauty, especially with an entourage like them.” As someone who couldn’t flirt to save my life, unless said flirting was just groveling at them, I felt bad thinking that he was cliche. I stand by that assessment, but I doubt I could do better.

Mistress looks at him. “… not interested. But we can talk if you know anything about finances or toys.”

“Oh, interested in money are we? You aren’t by any chance a switch?”

Mistress looks at him, composed but I can tell she’s not happy with him now. She takes her riding crop and lightly touches his lips. “Yes, if by switch you mean I take boys like you,” she moves the crop from his face and leads it and his eyes down to her crotch. “… and switch them into mewling bitches on the end of my cock.”

Mr. Romance quickly left. Too bad, that would have been fun. Unfortunately whatever Mistress was hoping to happen didn’t. No financier looking to invest in a college student’s sexy side projects miraculously materialized. But she did end up with some fans. Several more people approached to ask about her outfit, although it was clear they were mostly interested in how she had two slaves. Even I could admit, as stunning as Mistress looked, her clothes were within expectation for everyone here. It was a BDSM club and she was by no means the only mistress. But most didn’t have women as slaves and none had two so clearly willing to obey her.

Still, Mistress was clearly annoyed as we approached the end of the night without anyone interested in the programming side of sex toys or willing to talk money.

Then a girl barely taller than me walks up to Mistress. “Um… excuse me. Hello?” She was timid, and her shoulder length reddish brown hair, big blue eyes and freckles made her cute-sexy in a next door neighbor kind of way. She was wearing a full body latex suit up to her neck. She didn’t wear any makeup but was still pretty, and the full latex mask in her hand would probably ruin any makeup anyways.

Mistress looked at her in annoyance. Her patience was running thin tonight and it was obvious this girl wouldn’t be able to help with finances or programming. “Yes, hello. What do you want?” Mistress spoke brusquely, clearly impatient for the girl to leave.

“Um… I see you have two… people already…”

“Slaves. These are my loyal happy slaves.” Mistress firmly corrected her.

“… yes. Those… I was just wondering if you knew any other, doms? That might be looking for a sub?”

Mistress looked at the girl more directly. “And why does no one want you? You seem fine and this is a BDSM club. Surely someone is willing to take you home and spank you.”

“… um. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me…” she looks shyly to the side.

“I didn’t ask what you thought was wrong with you. I asked why no one wanted you. I will be the judge of if it’s something that is wrong with you.” Mistress was on fire tonight. I felt bad for the girl, but it was hot listening to Mistress be so dismissive of her.

The girl looked down as her cheeks turned red. “Hmm. Yes. I see what you mean… I suppose my last relationship… ended over my collection of toys.”

Suddenly Mistress is much more interested. Me and Valery share a knowing look. This girl does not know what she’s getting into.

“Kneel and call me Ma’am. And tell me about this toy collection. You don’t mean dolls or Legos I hope.”

The girl fully drops to her knees. I suppose her suit is pretty easy to wash. “No Ma’am. I have sex toys of just about every variety. And I like to use them… but mostly I like to use them on others.”

“So you like to be bossed around but you also like to hold the toys. I suppose that would make it hard to date around here.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ve already asked every person without company here, but… no one’s interested. You were talking to so many people, and you have these two… so I thought you might know more about who is looking for someone.”

“Do you have programmable toys?”

“Um yes?”

“What kinds?”

The conversation quickly became more in depth, with name brands and talk about compatibility. She even had VR headsets. It was still getting late though, and Mistress cut off the conversation. Writing down something on a napkin, she handed it to the girl.

“Be at this address tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock. Bring as many programmable toys as you can, wear less than you are now except whatever you need over top to get there legally. Call the number when you arrive.”

“Oh… uh okay. Thank you Ma’am. Oh, and my name is…” Snap. She is interrupted as Mistress smacks her latex covered breast with her crop.

“If I cared for your name I would have asked for it. 8 o’clock.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

Blushing furiously she ran off. Not just from us, she scurried right out of the club.

Mistress seemed hopeful that this girl might bring her something useful. I hoped everything worked out, but Mistress seemed happy to just truss us up for the night with vibes and sleep. Mistress was distracted from her libido? Valery and I share a glance at each other’s gagged face. This was serious. Poor girl best not disappoint.