By guardian46w

My life was becoming boring.  No, boring was not the right word for what I was feeling.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but boring just wasn’t it.

Jason and I had ended our relationship a couple of months ago.  It had been good, he was a good person and treated me like a lady.  And in bed he knew how to pleasure a woman.  While we were okay together, my feelings for him did not grow into anything permanent.  I don’t think his did either.  And there was something… missing between us.  Whatever the something was I think it kept me from sharing with him all of my needs and desires, although, at that time, I’m not sure I even knew what all of my desires were.  In any case, despite the good sex, we had parted with the old, “I hope we can still be friends”, cliché.  Less than a month later Jason got a promotion and moved away, so our parting had been good time.

Anyway, Jason was gone and the bottom line is here I am, weeks later, unfulfilled, sexually frustrated, and feeling… I don’t know.  What do you do to satisfy a feeling when you don’t know exactly what it is you are feeling?

I decided to drive into the city and have myself a night out.  I cruised around for a while, rejecting one nightclub after another, until one street caught my eye.  I didn’t remember ever being on the street before, but I knew it from somewhere.  I turned and drove slowly down the street.

As soon as I saw the club on the corner, I remembered the ad I’d seen in the local tabloid.  The name sounded like some sort of a boutique, “Collars and Cuffs”, but then it listed bondage videos and live bondage demonstrations with fetish motifs of leather and rubber, ropes and chains.  I had mentioned the club to Jason once, hinting it might be fun to check it out, but he didn’t seem interested and I’d soon forgot about it.  Come to think of it, this might have been the beginning of the end of our relationship.

So, I parked down the street and wondering what kind of fantasies might be awakened in me, I went in the “Collars and Cuffs”.

Inside, there was a young man in what looked like a coat check room.  I went to the counter and saw he was shirtless and wearing only black leather pants and laced up black boots.  There was a collar snugly around his throat and cuffs buckled on his wrists.  There were small brass padlocks securing the buckles of both the collar and cuffs.  There were shelves, hangers, and chubby-holes holding sets of the leather collars and cuffs, and all manner of bondage and fetish paraphernalia.

“Hello, ma’am,” he greeted me.  “The cover charge for single ladies is fifty dollars.”

“A bit steep just to get in, isn’t it?” I questioned.

“Possibly,” he replied, “but it keeps the gawkers to a minimum.  You can get in cheaper with one of these collar sets.  If you want.”

“How much?”

“The Mistress collar is twenty dollars, ten is refunded when you return it.  If you are willing to wear the locked slave collar and the wrist cuffs,” he held up his right wrist and jiggled the padlock, “then it’s only ten dollars, and that is refunded when they are returned.”

I looked again at the collar he was wearing and saw the metal plate riveted to the leather.  A stylized ‘S’ was engraved there.

“What about the keys to the padlocks?” I questioned him.

He explained, “Each set of padlocks uses the same key.  That key is locked in this key box, we give the box to you and I keep its key here.”  He showed me a small metal box with a built-in lock and a number stamped in the lid.  “You have the key to your locks, but you can’t use it until you return here for the key to your box.  It’s a bit of insurance that helps ensure we get our cuffs back.  Also, if you meet someone, you can give them your box.  They can claim the key from me.”

“Hmm… thanks, but since this is my first time here,” I said, “I think I’ll pay the full admission price and check the place out.”

Inside the club were a fair number of people.  I saw quite a few in what I thought, at first, were costumes.  But looking closer, I saw women, and a couple of guys too, bound in leather cuffs and straps, or chains, or ropes.  I saw a lot of slave collars; the wearers being led by leashes of leather or chain.  Most of them, the slaves anyway, were not wearing much other than whatever was restraining them.  There were a few, including me, in ‘normal’ attire.

I wandered around the oval-shaped bar in the middle of the room.  There were booths and tables along both walls and in the space beyond the bar, opposite the entry.  There was an elevated stage area along the rear wall and I could see two exit doors on either side of the stage.

I slide into an empty booth about halfway between the bar area and the stage.  There was a movie showing on the screen on the stage, but it was the people I was watching.  I saw women dressed in all black leather and high heel boots of ridiculous heights, some alone or in a group of two or three, but most had a slave in tow by a leash.  I saw very well-dressed men with a bound slave kneeling by their chair or booth.  The slaves were all restrained to different degrees and, all but one, seemed to be very much enjoying themselves.  That slave was in a leather sensory deprivation/discipline helmet and a heavy black leather straitjacket, leather pants and boots.  I couldn’t even tell if the slave was a man or a woman.   Everybody and everything were so erotic I felt myself becoming aroused, but with all the different sights, sounds, and stimuli I wasn’t sure which was the cause.

As I studied the other customers and figuring out the dominants and the submissives, the Masters and slaves, a pretty young woman approached my booth, almost unnoticed.  It was clear she was an employee of the club.  She was nearly nude, wearing only a wide, heavy, black leather belt cinching her waist.  The belt was part a black leather G-string covering her pubic area with its narrow strap disappearing between her rear cheeks.  Her only other attire were a collar and cuffs, like the other employees, and black high heel shoes.  Her wrist cuffs were locked together by a short, heavy chain and the chain was locked to the front of a silvery serving tray.  The serving tray’s other side was connected to the front of the waist cinching belt.

Keeping her head bowed and her eyes averted, she asked, “Ma’am, is there anything I can get for you?”  Her tone conveyed submissiveness.  Her slight emphasis on ‘anything’ led me to think she was also asking what I might want to do with her, or to her.  It was tempting, but I casually ordered a drink, trying to ignore her sensual nakedness, and went back to watching.

Then, as I nursed my drink, absorbed in my people watching, I heard a man’s voice, a man I’d not noticed standing next to my booth, it said, “Mistress?”

In the instant I heard the word, I knew it was a question and that the question was directed at me.  But I was a too startled to respond immediately.

He stepped further into my view, facing me.  He was dressed conservatively, considering where we were.  He wore blue jeans, sport shirt and jacket, but no tie even though the shirt was buttoned all the way to the top.   His brown dress shoes were polished.  He wasn’t looking at me, but stood with his eyes downcast, his manner and stance indicating submission, I only recognized this because of where we were.

Then I recognized him, it was Ben!  Oh, my God, it was Ben Blair, from college.  We had even dated a few times, although we’d never been lovers.

He said it again, “Mistress?”

I made a decision.  “Yes,” I replied, in what I hoped was a tone of authority answering his question.

He sank to his knees and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a black leather collar about an inch and a half wide.  He reached inside the shirt and pulled out a leather leash that was locked to the collar and offered the loop at its end to me.  “Please, Mistress,” he said, in a hushed whisper.

I stood up and took the leash, putting the loop around my left wrist.  “So, Ben, you know who I am, right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.   “I recognized you from college.”

"Okay, since you are obviously a patron of “Collars and Cuffs” and you’re offering me your leash and calling me Mistress, I assume you want to be my slave.  Is that right?" I asked.

He hesitated and I tugged the leash firmly, pulling his head against my thigh.  He nodded, sharply, "Yes, Mistress, I wish to serve you, if it pleases."

Even though I’d had no experience with any submissive men, I somehow knew he was experienced.  I also knew he was exactly what I needed, and wanted.  "Then strip off that jacket and shirt.  I'd like to see what I’ll be getting."

He stripped to the waist in seconds, which exposed the locked leather cuffs on his wrists, and again offered the end of the leash to me.  I took the leash and tied it to the iron ring at the side of the booth.  That’s what it was there for, right?  Until released, I knew he would remain kneeling there bare-chested, cuffed, collared and leashed.

"Do the collar and cuffs belong to the club or are they yours?" I asked.

"They are yours now, Mistress," he replied, and handed me the locked metal box that contained the key.

"Excellent.  Wait here for me," I commanded.

I took his shirt and jacket and went to the lobby.  I retrieved the key to the locked box, I purchased the collar, cuffs, and padlocks that Ben was wearing, a set of matching ankle cuffs and a couple more pad locks, for later use.

When I returned, he was still kneeling, leashed to the booth just as I had left him.  A couple of women were also there looking him over and fingering and caressing his bare torso.  The sight of him kneeling, being inspected like a piece of property made me really horny.  I felt my juices beginning to moisten my cunt and my nipples began to ache as they stiffened.

"Ladies," I interrupt, "This is my property, if you don't mind."

The brunette gave me a sinister grin, pinched Ben’s left nipple and gave it a little twist.  Then, she and her cohort, tussled his hair and gave me a ‘thumb-up’ as they headed toward the bar.  He took it all stoically, although I noticed his cheeks were a bit flushed, keeping his head bowed and eyes downcast.  I used one of my new pad locks to lock his cuffed wrists behind his back.  I unbuckled and pulled his belt from the loops of his Levi’s and used it to strap his wrists to the chrome ring of his collar, raising his hands to just below his shoulder blades, further restraining him.  He rolled his shoulders around a bit adjusting to stricture and I couldn’t help gazing at his muscled chest as it thrust forward.

I untied the leash and with a small tug, pulled him to his feet, then led him slowly to the lobby.  He didn’t raise his head or look around, but I am sure he was aware of all the people watching as we exited.

Once in the lobby, I pulled him up short with the leash, winding it up on my arm.  Oh, Jesus, I was so hot and horny, I wanted to fuck him right there on one of the lobby benches, I wanted to strip down his pants and ride his cock, but I knew I must discipline myself.  A slave must never see weakness in his Mistress.

I held the leash in my left hand.  I placed my hand against his bare stomach with my fingers pointing down.  I started sliding my hand down, inching down inside the front of his jeans.  He gave a little gasp, but he swallowed it and said nothing.  Then my fingers disappeared below the waist of his jeans.  Whoa!  What’s this, a garter?  Ben was blushing all the way down to his nipples with the humiliation of my discovery.

I had to see it!  I stripped his pants down to his ankles, took his shoes, socks, and the Levi’s off.  There it was, a black lacy thing and holding shear black nylon stockings on his legs.  My oh my, there was a matching black panty too, bulging with his growing erection.

I grasped his scrotum in the palm of my hand, wrapping my fingers securely around his silk covered testicles.  I could feel a steel cock-ring tightly encircling his cock and balls.  His erection throbbed against the inside of my forearm as I gently squeezed.

"Look at me," I said.  He looked up, I continued, "You must trust me, Ben.  I will use you for my pleasure, I will give you pleasure if it pleases me.  You will suffer humiliation at my whim.  I may give you pain, but I will never hurt you."

I slowly tightened my grip on his testicles until I heard him suck in a sharp breath.

"You understand what I'm telling you?" I asked again.

'Yes, Mistress, I understand," he whispered.

"Repeat back to me what you heard."

"Yes, Mistress.  You will use me for your pleasure.  You will give me pleasure if it pleases you.  You may give me pain, but will not hurt me.  I understand that my Mistress knows the difference between pain and hurt."

It was exactly what I needed to hear from Ben.  GOD… it was making me so horny!  I released my hold and slid my hand slowly along the silk covered genitals, trailing my fingers along the under-side of his throbbing erect cock.  Another moan escaped from his throat.

I unwound the leash from my wrist and let it dangle from his collar.  I gathered up Ben’s clothes and handed them to the attendant.  “Follow me to my car, we’ll come back tomorrow for your clothes and car.”

Out on the street, I walked slowly toward my car.  As he was following me, I imagined his humiliation, displaying himself to anyone who might be watching, wearing only the silky lady’s undies.  I imagined him blushing from his cheeks to his navel as the leather leash slapped his taut belly with each step.  I imagined his thick, hard cock straining against the skimpy nylon panties.  I imagined that cock filling me with ecstasy tonight and the future pleasures it would provide.

I went around and got in the driver's seat, leaving him standing nearly naked and bound on the sidewalk.

I opened the passenger door.  Ben didn’t move to get in, and I liked that.  He was showing me that he was well trained and as my slave he would only act when I commanded him.  I felt a surge of dominance and Ben’s submissiveness was lighting a fire in me such as I’d never experienced.

"Give me your leash," I ordered, then I gave the leash a tug, “get in."  When he was seated, I pulled the seat belt across his lap.  I couldn’t help running my hand along his nylon covered thigh and giving him a light squeeze before trapping his hard cock with the belt when I pulled it tight.

I knew it would take all the resolve I could muster to keep my attention on driving.  No accidents or tickets tonight, I thought, I had Ben, and I couldn’t take any chances.

My restlessness would be cured, tonight!