Chapter Thirteen
Dom In The Fetish Club
“Get yourself into the sluttiest submission outfit you can imagine by 5pm please. We are going out for dinner and then back to the club. You will need a collar and leash for the latter.”
I had summoned her by text at lunchtime. She looked like she was in her ‘going to the shops’ clothes.
“Are we going to the club, with me as your sub?” She sounded surprised, but her eyes were twinkling at the thought.
“Yes, and we will need some fresh welts on your pretty flesh to show off. So, we need an early start.”
Sexual anticipation was sometimes more evocative than the act itself and I hoped Mistress would be excited at the thought of what was to come.
My meetings had finished early and I was already sat in a suit-jacket. Underneath I had a leather thon
