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	It was going to be the first time she had been to a fetish club. Lucy had been living with Michael for just over a year. They had moved in together after only knowing each other for three short months but the both knew it was the right thing to do. He had taught her so much. She had only limited experience when they first met, a few playful spanking sessions and a bit of light bondage with one of her old boyfriends. Michael had taken all her hidden desires and brought them into reality. Lucy was surprised at how much she enjoyed canes. She had only thought of them as a punishment item or for giving “six of the best” but Michael had, with kindness shown her how sensual and delicious the cane could feel. After a year, she could take a long session and by the end of the session, a hard caning. She also enjoyed being flogged, the heavy thuddy feeling of their suede flogger being her favorite. Michael had put her in some serious bondage most of which she had enjoyed immensely. The times she had not enjoyed the bondage itself she had enjoyed the feeling of submission as she accepted what her Master was giving her. Now it was time to go to her first club. She had wanted to go for months but Michael had not taken her up on the hints and suggestions until now. Now it was going to happen she was so scared that all the excitement she had felt had almost evaporated. They had been to munches and met up with lots of lifestyle friends that they had first got to know via chartrooms and BDSM related websites. They had always talked of the clubs they went to and how much she would enjoy it. Though Lucy was naturally very shy, she had found a confidence in the BDSM scene. When she attended munches or met friends from the scene she found her shyness disappeared or at least lessened. She had so much in common with these people and wanted to learn all she could about the lifestyle so she would happily chat away. Her natural quick wit and charm came out at these times, Michael would sit back and take in just what a special person he had found. And Michael had found her, in a chat room. She was a regular in the chat room trying to find all she could about this wonderfully scary scene she had stumbled upon. She had done some kinky stuff, nothing to kinky but she had not even realized that it had a name or that other people did these things openly and without shame. Yes it was the without shame bit that she had liked. Being brought up a good Catholic girl she had shame attached to any sexual enjoyment. Michael had chosen the club they were going to and if Lucy was being totally honest she had been a little disappointed. She had wanted to go to the big new club “St Andrews” that everyone had been raving about. Instead Michael had said they would go to the club that was associated with one of the munches they attended “Sensations”. He had said that it was smaller and that she would know more people there. It all made sense but she knew it was small and not the best equipped club and it was not in the best of locations. What was she going to wear? Always a big issue when a girl is going to have a night out. She had seen lots of pictures on the web of people at clubs or fetish parities but she had no idea what to wear. She did have some fetish clothes but they were very much in her mind bedroom clothes. She was not going to her first club with her boobs and bum on show. She knew others did but it was her first club and she was really starting to feel like it was not the best of ideas. Michael had suggested that she go dressed as a school girl. She did have a school girl outfit which she had together for a vanilla party but she had worn it for Michael and he had approved of it greatly. Yet she did not really find it sexy and she wanted to look sexy. Lucy had talked to some of her best lifestyle friends on line and most had said they were going to be there. They had encouraged her to wear some of the “bedroom” type clothes but she was not that brave not on her first visit. It was Friday and they were going to the club on the following evening. Michael was late home his she was feeling nervous and apprehensive. When he was at home he reassured her and anyway when she was in his company she felt she could do anything he gave her so much confidence. She went on line, why was no one ever on Messenger when you wanted a chat? She logged into a BDSM forum. Someone had posted that they were going to “Sensations” the following evening, but she did not recognize the name. She did recognize some of the people who had answered the post saying they were also going. Lucy had just clicked on to answer the post saying she was going to go when she heard the front door open. The blog was forgotten and she ran down the stairs to greet her Master. Hugs and kisses as passionate as the first day they met. Michael had a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. “What?” she asked with a big silly grin on her face. Michael held a finger up and she stopped as Michael walked back out to the car. She stood dancing on the spot wanting to follow but knowing he did not want her to. He came back in with a large black carrier bag. “For me?” she shouted with the glee of a five year old. “No for me” Michael answered in a very level and serious voice, but the smile on his face told her otherwise. He told her to go to the bedroom. She almost fell up the stairs in her haste and was undressed standing naked by the time Michael arrived at the bedroom door. “Eager” was all he could say. She nodded and danced around like a kid waiting for Christmas. He slowly went into the bed. Her mind was racing. A new flogger? Canes? No wrong shape. What could it be? Then she saw it Michael took out very slowly and hold up a dull black rubber corseted top. She was once more overwhelmed by her Michaels understanding about having something right to wear for the club and his generosity towards her. “Wow” she had mixed feelings. It was a fab shape but looked very small; she knew it would not fit her. And it was dull almost pewter rather than a deep black. He laid it on the bed the produced a skater style rubber skirt. It was the same dull colour as the top and also looked very small. “Will it fit” she said a bit hesitantly. “Only one way to find out? Try it on” He took the skirt and pulled the waist band open. She was surprised by how much stretch there was in it. Maybe it would go on after all. She stepped into it, it was a bit awkward as it stuck to her legs. “Oh hold on a sec” Michael said taking the skirt back off her. “I'm being a bit over keen to see you in these” He took out a bottle from the bag and poured something onto his hands and then wiped the deliciously slippy fluid over her body. It was not greasy but it was not like a lotion or cream. It covered her body in a light oil. The skirt slipped up now with ease and with a little help from Michael it was soon sorted out and in place. She looked in the long mirror. “It’s very short” she exclaimed “Yes it is” Michael had the biggest of grins on his face “just how it should be”. He could see a spark of fear in her eyes and though the thought of winding her up would have been fun it was not the right time. “I thought you would wear your nice black Cammie knickers underneath, they will keep your modesty intact and it will look really pretty to get a glimpse of lace now and them” She spun around and was happy with Michael’s idea of the cammie knickers. Michael held up the corset she went to put it on the wrong way around but he told her it laced at the back and she slipped it on. It was cold on her flushing skin, but what Michael had rubbed on her made it glide over her skin. “It’s not going to fit” she said with real disappointment in her voice. Michael did not listen he held on to the corset and stretched it around her body. He then expertly laced up the back of the corset. He did not pull it tight, but turned her around to look how it fitted. He slipped his hand down the front of the corseted top and cupped her breasts up so that they were in the best position to show them off. Her excitement had calmed down and she was surprised how she felt standing their in rubber with her Master dressing her. Yep that will do for tomorrow. He undid the top without even letting her see herself in a mirror. She opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. Naked again she felt cold. “Go jump into the shower and them get my dinner on girl, I’m starving” She had clean forgotten about dinner. It was a casserole that had been cooking slowly most of the afternoon. It would be fine but poor Michael had been working all day. She danced her way along to the bathroom and it was only once she was in the shower and washing her body down that doubts came flooding in. She was a bonny girl. A shapely woman, she was all in proportion but she had a bit too much of all the proportions. Michael made her feel like she had the perfect body. But now alone and naked she looked at her flabby belly and the stretch marks from years of weight loss and gain. How could she wear those clothes in a club? Doubts were now filling her head. She dried herself and slipped on her dressing gown and went downstairs to sort out dinner. By the time she had laid the table and served up dinner her stomach was a knot of nerves. Michael sensed it and before sitting down for his much needed dinner her held his loved one and told him how proud he was of her and how “Damn sexy” she had looked dressed in rubber. He told how it had taken all his self control from stopping himself from flinging her on the bed and molesting her. She melted into his shoulder. He said all the right things and he meant them, but the doubts were still there. Michael always insisted on helping to clean up after dinner. It was a time that she always felt very close to her Michael. She felt humbled. Michael had worked all day and yet he still helped when he got home. When they had first lived together she would try to stop him. He would give her the look that would tell her it was not her place to tell him what to do and not to do. So she would quietly back down and allow him to help. It was only once she stopped trying to do everything for him did he stand back and allow her to do more for him. He did not want her to do these things because she felt she had to, but because she genuinely had the desire to care for him. Michael had his own insecurities. He had been in the lifestyle for many years and had met many submissives who were eager to please, to do things for him to make him happy. Only to find that it soon wore off and it became a chore to them. He did not want the woman he loved living a life of chores. He wanted her to enjoy the life she chose. Only by giving her the time, space and options did he really understand and know that she had dedicated her life totally to him. That all the things she did for him were done out of love and submission not out of some false sense of “what he thought she should do”. He enjoyed the time of the day when he helped clear the table away and wash or dry up as they chatted about how the day had gone. It was the normality of the task that made him feel so close to the woman he had found such a short time ago. She was his, she yet she was his equal and he never wanted her to think of herself as anything less. Lucy had found it hard to understand what he had meant when he called her his equal. It was only by living with him did she start to understand the dynamics of this wonderful relationship. He was in charge there was no denying that. It made her feel safe and secure, it was the type of love she had always craved. Yet he listened to her and encouraged her to give her point of view. Everything she said or did was important to him. She was no less a person for submitting, As she finished the last few bits Michael slipped away. She heard him calling her from the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed, she anticipated what was to happen. No more dancing around, no more running up the stairs like a child. She lowered her eyes a gentle smile on her face as she slowly walked up the stairs to the bedroom and gently knocked on the door. She had never been told to knock on any door and no door was ever closed to her, but this was something that she had done out of respect during times when his domination came to the forefront of their relationship. “Come in” Her eyes lowered her head, slightly bowed she entered the room. Slowly she removed her dressing gown letting it fall onto the floor. He was standing in front of her half obscuring the room. He caressed her shoulder and bent and kissed her neck. He stood back a little and admired her form. “You really are beautiful” She no longer tried to tell him she was fat, ugly, or all the rest. She accepted his love and his words with grace. Her cheeks flushed just a little as he walked behind her. “On the bed face down” His voice was almost a whisper as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She did as she had been told, as she moved she glimpsed some of the delights Michael had planned for her. Gently and with great expert ease her legs were bound together with “vet wrap”. This was a wonderful find. A bandage that stuck to itself but not to the skin, it was gentle on the body yet held firmly. He then put her leather cuffs on her wrists and attached them to the head of the metal framed Gothic bed. Not to far apart but enough to give her the feeling of tightness without pulling on her arms. Michael had sensual in mind for the evening. He passed a small chain between her legs just above the vet wrap binding and attached that to the bottom of the bed. She was now held for his pleasure. She relaxed into her restraints and she felt Michaels hand stroking her body. Firmly he moved, but not harshly, rubbing, stroking, getting the blood circulating. His movements became more definite as he allowed his fingernails to come in to contact with her soft skin. She sighed and sank into the bed. She loved being scratched but it was so light that it was more teasing than pleasing. She pushed her restrained body up as much as she could, longing for the gentle scratching to become more intent. “What do you want submissive” He teased her. “Harder” came a pleading cry as she turned her head to one side so she could look in his direction. “Topping from the bottom?” his words teased her as he moved away from her, she let out a sulking sigh and slumped back deep onto the bed. I think these may be needed. She felt the blindfold being slipped over her head. A light travel blindfold, not her leather one. “And is this needed?” again he teased and put a bit gag at her mouth. She opened her mouth to accept the bit but Michael withdrew it. “No, self-control will do. No talking unless permission is granted” The first gentle swish of the suede flogger danced on her shoulders and she let out a deliciously grateful sigh. Michael started stroking the flogger over her back and shoulders. Not too hard, tonight was not going to be hard play. He wanted to play at the club the following night if she had the confidence, so tonight was just a warm up, he did not want any marks. The flogger fell over and over, lulling her deeper and deeper into relaxation. Her skin pinked up as the flogger caressed her. Michael moved around the bed from one side to the other. Flogging someone when lying down is not easy, but he seemed to make the suede thongs dance on the skin of her back and shoulders. He now moved down to her bottom. He so loved her bottom, round and shapely, The skin was so pale and delicate looking and yet he knew just how much that delicate skin could take. The flogger fell repeatedly over her restrained body, never hard, just firm enough to give the warm pink glow. She started wanting more, she loved the sensual play but she did enjoy the pain. She started to move her body off the bed to meet the flogger. He smiled to himself knowing all to well what was going through her mind. Knowing he had a little pain slut all tied up in front of him, but tonight he was not giving her the pain she craved, but a sensual experience. He wanted her to enjoy it but also wanting more. To leave her wanting what he was hoping would happen the following night. He so wanted to play with her at the club. He laid the flogger down and let his hands caress her. Once more she sank into the bed and groaned at his touch. He let a finger trace down the line of her backbone and she let out a little gasp as it moved down the crack of her pinked bottom, sinking it into her warm wet womanhood. She so wanted sex, so wanted him to enter her. She pushed her bottom up and tried to open her legs, but she was held tight and her movements were limited but enough to show Michael what she wanted. He smiled to himself He moved his finger just enough to tease her and then moved it away. Before she had time to think or move he gave her bottom a slap, hard and sharp. Yes she thought she was going to get what she wanted after all. But no it was a single slap not the start of a hard spanking. Minutes passed in her dark blindfold as she stirred, listening hard. What was he doing? Was he still there? He stood back watching her. She could hear her own breath but nothing more. She wriggled a little in her restraints. Though only a few minutes had passed she started to feel uneasy. Should she shout out to him? But she had been told silence. It was almost as if he knew she had got to the stage just before panic. Oh so gently he reached out and stroked her back. Inwardly she sighed, outwardly she relaxed deep into the bed. Michael climbed onto the bed and straddled her across her bottom. She could feel his nakedness on her and then she felt a small cane start tap-tapping away on her upper back across her shoulders. A cane massage. She sank deeper and deeper and the cane tapped over and over while Michaels firm legs around her body weighed down on her, but not enough for it to be uncomfortable. Time passed she fell deeper and deeper into relaxation. Then the cane stopped Michael lent forward and started kissing and caressing the back of her neck. Sounds of pure please came from her but no movement. Michael climbed off her and carefully untied the chain holding her legs in place. He then took off the vet wrap that had bunched together somewhat with her wriggling. He rubbed her legs a little and she moved gently enjoying the moment after being held in bondage. Blindfold on and wrists still held firmly to the bed Michael climbed on top of her once more. This time it was to ride her, to enjoy her fully as only a man could. Later that evening while snuggled up to Michael on their oversized sofa he asked her to tell him what was troubling her about the going to the club. She was so relaxed after the gentle play and orgasmic love making, that she wanted to say nothing but she knew that this was the time to talk. “I am worried” she started hesitantly she stopped and let out a sigh. “What are you worried about?” “I, Well I might make, oh I don’t know. I might disappointed you or let you down in some way”. He cuddled her closer. “And just how do you intend to do that? Have you ever disappointed me before?” “Well no, I don’t know Oh you know what I mean, I don’t know what to do at the club what to expect. What if I don’t know anyone, I know you have got me new clothes but I’m fat and everyone else will look fab and I will let you down.” His voice took on a sharper tone. “That’s enough submissive. You are not fat, you will look better than anyone else there. You are my submissive and the only thing that you do to let me down is doubt yourself.” She had known he would be unhappy by what she had said, but she also knew that she was to say what she thought and how she was feeling. She went to speak, to try to explain, but he moved so he could look into her eyes and she fell silent. “I love you my submissive. You looked so sexy in those clothes this afternoon, you are the most beautiful person I have ever known and I am so proud that you are mine.” She lowered her eyes from his as she felt ashamed of doubting herself. He put his hand under her chin. “Look at me” she looked back into his dark eyes. “Now tell me what is worrying you” She smiled and admitted to herself for the first time that it was playing in public that scared her. “I don’t want to play there” she said in a quiet voice. She continued “the other things are just secondary” He had known that she had a bad self image and a total lack of confidence when they had first met. Now a day’s these only really resurfaced when she was nervous. This was that time. He held her by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “Tomorrow night we will not play unless you ask me” He felt a pang of disappointment as he had so missed going to clubs and playing in them . Yet he knew it was the right thing to say and he meant it. Unless she asked to play they would go and socialize with their friends and she could get used to the new surroundings. She lowered her eyes once more and moved into his arms. “I'll be ok” she said, the words spoken more to reassure herself than for any other reason. “You will be more than Ok, you will be wonderful as you always are” The following morning she was surprised when Michael announced that she needed to get organized by 4 o'clock as he had made a hairdressers appointment for her to have a trim and blow wave. Her hair had only just been cut and colored a few weeks earlier and though she did not like going to the hairdressers she was delighted. She never felt she was any good at doing her own hair and she so wanted to look good that night. The day seemed to pass in a blur. At 3 Michael sent her to bath and do what was needed for the night before he took her to the hairdressers. Normally he would drop her off and pick her up once finished, but today he said he would wait as she would not be as long as normal. Michael chatted away to the hairdressers with his normal natural charm. Lucy was happy to allow them to chat as she never really felt comfortable in the hairdressers. Her highlighted blond hair was pulled and curled until it looked like she had just climbed out of bed. A totally sculpted modern scruffy hairstyle. She was delighted with the result. Lucy was surprised when Michael did not go straight home, but took her to her favorite clothes shop. “Get some nice stockings or tights or whatever you think will look nice under your new clothes” He handed her some money. Ill meet you back here in ten minutes. With a kiss he strode off. She went into the shop and looked at all the different designs. She her eye fell on hold ups. Yes they would be best. She chose a pair of black with thick lace tops. They were expensive but he had given her £20. She stopped just before going to the counter and picked up a pair of plain black hold ups as well. As she stood waiting for Michael the air was starting to turn cold and she worried it may rain on her hair. She looked around and caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window. She looked good. She smiled to herself, she was nervous about tonight but she so wanted to go. Michael arrived back with a carrier bag. “Ham, cheese and bread and sticky buns?” He had bought food so she did not have to cook. “Sounds great” she smiled at him “Don’t want your hair dropping out while you slave over a hot stove” He teased her but she was more than happy. The sat and ate, chatting away. It was only when Michael pointed out it was now 7 and that it took the best part of an hour to get to the club. They would be leaving in about an hour and a half. Now the nerves hit. “I don't want to go” she blurted out, not meaning it, just showing her nerves. He took hold of her and hugged her. Looking up into his face her bottom lip trembled just a little as tears were prickling at her eyes. He laughed and bent down and kissed her passionately. “You, stop looking so desirable or we will never get there” He teased and kissed her again. She painted her nails bright red and put on her makeup. Slowly and carefully she put it on a little heavier than she would normally do. Green eye shadow brought out the colour of her eyes perfectly and with loads of mascara. As she put some perfume on Michael came up behind her. “Ok its time to get you dressed” “Its a little early, isn’t it” she protested. “I have to get you dressed and then get dressed myself and anyway it is almost eight”. She had not noticed the time passing. She put on her black cami knickers. She took out the cheaper hold ups and put them on. Michael saw the expensive ones on the bed and asked about them. Lucy told him the truth that she had bought them then decided they may have been a bit expensive so she was going to take them back. She went on to say that when she had put on the cami knickers she realized that the fancy lace tops on the expensive ones would be over doing it with lace and so had gone for the cheaper plain ones instead. He laughed at her and told her she was to keep both pairs. Money is never wasted on stockings. Michael looked directly at her “Now how am I going to do this?” He said “I think its best if you keep your eyes closed, I don’t think a blindfold will do much for your hair or your make up”. She closed her eyes without question. She felt the same soft sensation she had felt the night before as he rubbed the lubricant over her body. Then she was ordered to lift one foot and then the other as he slipped her skirt onto her. She stood trembling in anticipation as her Master dressed her. The skirt in place, the corset was stretched around her body and laced in place. Then she felt her Masters hands all over her clothes sliding and rubbing. The sensation was wonderful and erotic. Her Master then tightened the laces once more. Lucy gasped as her waist was pulled in, it was tight but not unpleasant. Michael stood back and looked at her, she looked wonderful. “Left foot up” he said and as she lifted it a shoe was slipped onto it. It was high and a strap was put around her ankle. The action was repeated on her other foot. She so wanted to open her eyes but she was happy to submit to what her Master ordered. Michael moved her to face the mirror then said. “Open your eyes you sexy bitch”. Lucy could not believe what she saw. The dull rubber of the previous night was now dark black and shining like ink. She moved from one side to the other, the corset pulled in tight gave her an hour glass figure. She looked down at her feet at the black patent leather shoes which were held to her feet with small padlocks around her ankles. “I look …..Like a sexy bitch” a grin from ear to ear came over her face. “Well I better get ready now” Lucy looked at her Master. She had not for one minute thought about what he would wear. She had taken it that he would wear “all black” like he did so often anyway. She sat on the edge of the bed the tightness of the corset restricting her movements and watched as Michael dressed. Michael pulled black sleeveless leather top over his head. It had a lace neck and fitted snuggly over his firm muscular body. “That’s nice, is it new?” Lucy asked. “No, remember I had a pervy life before you came along” They both laughed and Lucy watched with amazement as Michael put on his big black boots. She said nothing but could not understand why he was dressing in this order. It was only when he pulled out a black leather kilt from the back of his wardrobe did she realize. “Oh wow that is fab” she said. “I just hope it still fits” Michael was over six feet tall with long muscular legs thin hips and a broad chest. Once dressed he turned to Lucy. “Well will I do?” Lucy stood up and went over to him “Do? You look wonderful like someone out of one of them pornsites.” They both laughed. “Come to think of it we both look like we should be in one of those porn sites”. Michael had wanted her to feel good and confident about her looks, but she looked even better than even he had imagined. Now with both of them in a lighthearted mood the journey would take no time. Michael kept the chatter and laughter going to keep Lucy’s mind off where they were going. It was only as they neared the club did Lucy fall quiet. As they climbed out of the car in the club car park Michael held both of Lucy’s hands. “You look stunning, you smell divine, and everyone is going to love you. Oh yes and you are with the sexiest man alive”. He smiled at her and she smiled back. The club was busy when they arrived and somehow Lucy forgot to be nervous as one person after another commented on her looks and gave her friendly hugs and kisses. In return Lucy was amazed by all the lovely clothes and variety of outfits everyone wore. She was happy that there were many people she already knew and some of her best lifestyle friends were there. In no time at all she was sitting chatting with a group of friends drinking in the atmosphere. As the night wore on and more and more people started to play Lucy found herself standing next to her Master. ”Well what do you think” He asked as he held her close to him “Its wonderful everyone is so friendly” she answered honestly. “And the play?” she asked “Its amazing, I was worried about watching, but its all so natural and its just like watching people dance at a disco. It’s like what they are here for so its all …ordinary” Michael gently laughed at her honesty and her naivety. He then felt her hand slip into his. “It’s a shame we did not bring any of our things to play with” she said shyly. “Well I did put a few things in the boot” He replied. “But you know what you have to do”. She looked up into his eyes and asked. “Master, please will you play with me.”

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