She was nervous now, as Max parked the car, it always happened and it always surprised
her.  It wasn’t as though she was a novice, tonight wasn’t her ‘first time’.  It wasn’t,
she thought with the mental equivalent of a giggle, even her one hundred and first time. 
She also felt her body responding she was, she could feel, becoming aroused; going, as Max
would put it, into ‘slut mode.’  He switched off the engine and turned to her.
	“Stay there, I’ll have to come and let you out.” he grinned at her, “but of course you
know that anyway.”
	He opened the door of the Mercedes and stood up, she looked at him.  He was a big,
handsome man in his mid forties.  Dark wavy hair with just a tint of grey, gray/blue eyes,
a square clean shaven jaw.  His powerful shoulders moved under the black leather jacket,
when he stood and turned she could she the outline of his buttocks, firm under the black
leather trousers.
	God, he’s still so gorgeous, my man, my lover, father of my kids, and my Master.  I love
him.
	Her thoughts were interrupted by Max opening the rear door on her side of the car, there
was the clink of metal on metal and she pulled her arms forward as he released the clips
on the broad leather straps around her wrists which had been attached to a length of chain
running across the back of the car seat.  Max opened her door, she turned and swung her
legs around so her shoes rested on the pavement, he held out his hand, she took it and he
pulled her to her feet.  He caught her in his arms as she rose and he kissed her, it was a
long lingering kiss, as he did it he pushed a leather clad thigh between her thighs and
ground it on her naked sex.  She moaned into his mouth as their tongues twined together,
suddenly he stood back leaving her flustered and so very horny.
	Max looked at Karen, reading the tell tale signs of her lust he looked down at the leg
of his leather trousers, the leg he had thrust between her thighs.  There was, as he had
known there would be, a moist patch on the thigh.  He ran the tip of a finger over it and
then held the finger to his nose and sniffed.
	“Hhhmmm, I smell aroused little slut.  You really have no self control have you slave?”
	She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the pavement and her head pointed down.  It wasn’t
just being a respectful slave, she didn’t want him to see the smile in her eyes and the
slight upturn in the corners of her mouth.
	“I’m sorry Master, yes I am a dirty little slut, and I deserve to be punished.”
	“Oh slave you will be punished, very publicly, and very firmly.  Now turn round face the
door. ”
	Uhhmm it’s starting already, I feel so deliciously wicked, I bet there’s juice leaking
down my thighs.”
	She turned away from him, and felt the breeze across her buttocks as he raised the
leather calf length cape that was covering her nudity.
	“Hands behind your back.”  
	She obeyed silently, there was a click and her wrists were secured behind her.  He held
the back of the cape up for a further few seconds, his free hand traced the smooth firm
globes of her buttocks. Dropping the cape Max leant forward until his head was alongside
hers.  She could smell his aftershave and then shuddered as he kissed her neck, a wave of
arousal, triggered by the smell and the kiss, welled up through her body.  He whispered
into her ear.
	“That’s a beautiful unmarked arse you have slut, but It won’t be unmarked much longer.”
	She shivered at the thought but her lips parted with a hint of a smile.
	“Turn round let me have a look at you, and get your lead on.”
	‘Lead’ he’s going to lead me by the collar in public, in daylight!
	She knew better than to protest and simply turned to face him, he smiled as he took in
the picture of docile femininity in front of him.  Karen was a metre seventy two in height
and weighed sixty kilos, a slim, trim, thirty eight year old mother of two that worked out
every day in their home gym.  Her wavy chestnut coloured hair, was cut so that it swirled
just above her leather covered shoulders.  The face, that had first attracted him nearly
fifteen years ago, was as lovely as ever, high cheekbones, sensuously full curved lips and
two sparkling amber coloured eyes.  She kept those eyes averted as his gaze travelled down
her cloaked body, past the slender neck adorned with a broad leather collar.  It was
fashioned of soft black and red leather, studded with chromed metal rivets which held the
large chromed ring for attaching the lead which he had pulled from his jacket pocket.  His
eyes took in the long luxurious leather cape, the slim lower legs which ended in two
ankles which were also adorned in matching five centimetre black and red leather cuffs. 
Her shoes were also black and red, the main part of the shoe in black with twelve
centimetre stiletto heels topped with red metal studded ankle straps which circled her
ankles just below the ankle cuffs.
	Satisfied with his inspection Max clipped the lead to her collar, and then pulled on it
gently, she stepped towards him and he pulled the car door shut behind her before locking
it with a fob.  He didn’t speak again but simply turned and pulled on the collar, she
followed just behind and slightly to one side of him.  It was difficult to walk in such
heels with her hands behind her back but it had, she thought as she looked down at the
pavement, one great advantage.
	At least I’m not having to look at anyone watching me being led along like this.
	It wasn’t a long walk, possibly fifty metres along the side of a street in a quiet
residential district of the town.  Max stopped in front of the large front door of a
building on the corner of two streets, he pressed the bell push.  Karen stood behind and
to one side of him with her head down as befitted her status of ‘slave slut’.  The door
opened inwards, Max tugged on the lead and Karen, taking great care as she ascended the
two steps into the building, followed her Master.  The door closed behind them and they
were in a large softly lit hallway.  The person who had opened the door stepped past Karen
and approached Max.  He was of medium height but very broad, clad in a white linen shirt
of very full cut, soft baggy black leather trousers tucked into ankle height boots with a
red leather sash around his waist.  Karen noticed that he had lively intelligent eyes that
took her in very quickly before switching to Max.
	“Good evening welcome to ‘The Club’, are you a member? “
	”No my name is Max James I called yesterday and spoke to a man who said we could take
out membership on the night.
	“Ahh....yes I remember, you spoke to me.  There were, I recall, some other arrangements
you wanted.”
	“There were, but I would prefer to discuss them in private and not in front of my
slave.”
	“Of course, let us go to the office, you can leave her with one of the house slaves
while we talk.  Would you like her to be given a drink or anything?”
	“Drink, uhmm.....Yes, ok just one glass of champagne and then I want her blindfold, and
placed in position.”
	In position?   Oohps girl, I think you’re in trouble.  The champagne sounds good, and
the thought of what might follow is positively cunt clenching.
	“That is no problem.  Celine come here.”
	Karen heard the click of heels on the tiled floor and a beautiful young black woman
appeared. She was naked apart from a studded leather thong,  wrist straps, ankle straps
and a very deep leather collar which forced her head up.  Her skin gleamed in the soft
lighting, Karen, who was bisexual, admired the lithe figure with it’s firm cone shaped
breasts.  She was especially attracted to the long nipples each pierced with a gold ring
and the gold ornament which pierced the girl’s navel.
	I wonder if her pussy’s pierced as well.  Hope I get the chance to find out, especially
with my tongue.
	“Celine take Master Max’s slave to the bar, give her a glass of champagne, leave her
with one of the other girls, she is not to mix.  You understand?  When you have done that
come to my office for more instructions.”  
	“Yes Master John.  Come with me.”
	She took hold of Karen by the elbow and went to lead her away.  Max stopped them both.
	“Wait, something has been forgotten.  You are forgetting your manners slave, and you
don’t need this anymore.”  
He stepped forward, undid the three cross straps holding the front of the cloak together
and, with a theatrical flourish, took it from Karen’s shoulders. She checked her legs were
properly spread and held herself proudly while Master John, at Max’s invitation, carried
out a thorough inventory of her body.  His hands cupped both of her breasts, they squeezed
the pierced nipples before he caressed her buttocks, the flat hard muscles of her belly,
and her thighs, finally he gently stroked and probed her, by now, sopping wet sex.  He
looked at Max.
	“She is delightful, but I think,” he raised a finger to his nose, “she has very little
self control.”
	“You are quite right, that is something I wish to correct tonight, but before she goes
she must pay her respects.  Slave show Master John your respect.”
	Karen sank to her knees and bent her head down until she was kissing Master John’s
booted feet.  Her tongue licked out along the leather, and Master John, who knew how
difficult it was to kneel down gracefully with your hands attached behind your back, gazed
down at the perfect globes of her bottom and then raised his eyes to Max.
	“She is well trained.”
	“Yes but not quite well trained enough.  Take her to the bar.  Stand up slave, and go
with the house slut.”
	He handed Celine the lead.
	“Now sir, lead the way to your office, and we will talk.”
	Celine tugged on the lead, Karen rose smoothly to her feet, a feat that did not go
unnoticed by Master John.  Karen followed the long limbed black beauty revelling in her
uninterrupted view of two perfect legs topped with the equally perfect chocolate mounds of
Celine’s buttocks which were split by the thin leather lace of the thong.
	God she is making me even more horny, I’d just love to get down on my knees and stick my
tongue in that crack.  Maybe I’ll get the chance later, I know Max likes black bodies.
	They arrived at the bar, it was off to one side of the main club room, a couple of other
attractive young women, dressed in the same way as Celine, were sat on high stools. 
Another, a tall raven haired beauty, who looked to Karen to be of East European origin,
was behind the bar.  She like Karen and Celine had pierced nipples but in her case the
rings had been attached to two chains which led up to and were attached to her collar. 
She also wore a leather harness which crisscrossed her body, supporting and raising both
her magnificent breasts before crossing her belly and vanishing between her thighs. 
Celine ordered Karen’s champagne, and as the bar girl turned away to serve it Karen saw
the heavy iron links hanging down from the rings piercing the young woman’s labia.  She
also saw the clear mark on her left buttock.  It was deeply indented and there was no
doubt in her mind that the letter ‘J’ was a brand.
	My oh my!  Is that what I’m here for?  Is that what he wants to do to me?
	She sat on the bar stool given to her by Celine, who had unclipped her wrists and then
left telling Karen to stay where she was and talk to no one.  Karen’s brain was racing
with the possible implications of the brand as she sat sipping at the champagne.  She was
nearly finished the drink before she took in the rest of the room.  It was quite large,
furnished with black leather covered couches and chairs covered in the same material.  She
counted some twenty tables, mostly they were tables of two but some, nearer the back of
the room against the wall, were for four people.  As she watched most of the tables were
being taken, mainly by couples, there were two or three single men and a couple of tables
taken by women.  The clientele were, in the main, of her age group or a little older, well
dressed and clearly very relaxed about the sight of the naked young women who made their
way between the bar and the tables carrying trays of drinks and snacks.  One man
approached the bar, Karen, hornier than ever, eyed him up.
	Uhmm.... he’s a bit tasty.  Careful girl you’ll be raping every man in the place before
long.
	He moved towards Karen as though to speak to her and the bar slave intervened.
	“I’m very sorry sir but she is not allowed to talk to anyone at all.  If you want a
slave girl I can arrange one, but this one is private property.”
	There you are, saved from yourself by a fellow slave..  I wonder what happens next?  I
hope something does soon or I’ll have to go to the loo and frig myself!  No chance, I bet
Max has thought of that, he would probably have told them to watch me pee.  Now there’s a
thought!  God you’re outrageous woman, behave.
	She smiled inwardly at this mental exchange and then, as she finished her champagne,
Celine returned.  She was holding a leather blindfold, a ball gag and a pair of earmuffs.
	“You’ve finished your drink, good.”
	It wasn’t a question it was a statement.  She had, Karen thought, a lovely accent,
Caribbean, maybe one of the French islands.
	“You are to wear these.  I will fit the gag first, stand up please.”
	Karen stood, both women were about the same height.  Celine raised the gag to Karen’s
mouth, she dutifully held it wide open and Celine pushed the rubber ball into place. 
Karen turned away from her and Celine’s nipples brushed her arm before being pressed
firmly into her back as Celine reached up and tightened the gag strap around the back of
Karen’s head.  Karen shuffled her back against the soft mounds and was fairly sure that
they were pressed a little harder against her back in response.
	“Face me again please.”  Karen, was by now eager to find out what Max had in store for
her, she turned and faced Celine who held up the blindfold.  She placed it carefully over
Karen’s eyes and then put her arms across Karen’s shoulders to pull the elasticated strap
down over the back of Karen’s head.  This time there was no doubt in Karen’s mind at all
as Celine’s ringed nipples came into contact with her own.
	Mmmm.....this is a hot little lady that likes girls, and this girl likes......
	It was, therefore, only a confirmation when Celine whispered in her ear. 
	“You like black tushy girl?  Maybe we try later, before that your Master goin’ to give
you some lessons I think.”