You resist Greg's game.

Greg steps closer and before you can react his hands are between your spread thighs. Unlike his wife the tall dominant is less than gentle. His thumb and finger pinch the fleshy fold at the top of your labia, expertly trapping your aroused clitoris beneath it's hood. He applies a little pressure to your swollen bud beneath it's protective folds and you take a sharp intake of breath at the mixture of arousal, discomfort and a little pain you experiance. His other hand slides up your stockinged thigh and you feel a single finger slide into you, the first penetration your pussy has ever had.

"You were correct Nicole." Greg comments smiling. "Wet and very hot."

His fingers release your trapped clitoris and he pulls out his finger from your quim and sits back down. You note that unlike when wanting his wife to lick your pussy that he sought no permission before touching you. Your clitoris is still throbbing from the Greg's pinch.

You close your legs and straighten the bottom of your cheongsam. Nicole's gentle tongueing of your pussy and Greg's much fiercer exploration has awoken a need in you that is as exciting as it is unfamiliar. Your sex feels wet and hot and the need to touch or better yet be touched there by someone else is frustrating. However much you want Nicole to resume though, you have no intention of letting yourself be controlled by Greg.

While your attention has been diverted by the young and attractive couple the bar has been attracting more guests. A couple of dozen patrons of the Vanilla Alternative are now seated at tables or at the bar. More than a few are intently watching the play between yourself and Greg and Nicole.

"Thank you Nicole." You thank Greg's wife politely. "That was most stimulating."

"My pleasure." Greg replies, his wife remaining obediantly silent.

"It does seem a little unfair that Nicole's work goes unrewarded." You comment. "I am sure that her pussy requires attention more urgently than my own."

"Very likely." Greg laughs. "But quite impossible. Show Michelle why Nicole."

Nicole stands and hitches her white dress up to expose her crotch. You had imagined the pretty redhead to be wearing sexy underwear, or maybe none at all. Instead Nicole's pussy is encased in a shiny and very secure looking chrome chastity belt. Around each thigh is a chrome band and a chain around six inches long links the two bands and prevents the redhead from parting her thighs more than a few inches.

"Interesting, that looks rather impregnable." You observe. "I imagine the key is in your safe keeping Greg?"

"Of course." Greg confirms. "A ritual we observe when we visit. Only when Nicole's need grows so great that she begs me for an orgasm shall we return to our room and I will release her from chastity."

"I see, and until then Nicole must serve others as you see fit?" You ask.

"Just so." Greg answers. "It is rare for us to return to our room alone though. I love to watch my wife with another beautiful woman, such as yourself Michelle. Providing that they understand that they must submit to me first."

You meet Greg's intense look and hold his gaze without blinking. You were right about this admittedly handsome and self assured man, hooking up with this couple would mean surrendering all control to Greg for the night. It would not surprise you in the least if he had a second chastity belt just waiting for whoever agreed to be his submissive.

"I wish you well in your search then." You say firmly. "I am sure that there are many women who would eagerly submit to you here tonight."

"I expect so." Greg says, immodestly. "Most likely none as beautiful and intrigueing as yourself though Michelle. If you should change your mind we are in room twenty seven."

Greg stoops and picks up your tiny black silk thong from the floor. You begin to raise your hand expecting him to offer them back to you. Instead Greg smiles and tucks them into his breast pocket.

"I think I prefer you to be au naturale for the rest of tonight." Greg tells you imperiously.

To protest would only further cede control to this dominant man, so you laugh as if you find the notion amusing rather than infuriating. Greg produces a pet lead from his pocket and clips it onto Nicole's collar and leads his wife off towards the elevator that descends to the dungeon basement. You turn away back to the bar and your martini, not wishing for Greg to look back and find you gazing after him and Nicole.