It was late and the city had taken on a different feel. As we drove in silence, I looked out the windows of the truck, seeing the dark empty streets occasionally punctuated with twinkling lights. Whenever we passed another car or saw people on the sidewalk, I felt incredibly aware of how I was dressed, and of how the plug was filling me. Liam was smiling, seeming to enjoy every moment of the late-night drive and now it was making me squirm. I wondered just how late it was, and where Lydia and Cheryl might be. I realised that I didn’t even have my phone, having left it with my clothes back at home.
Liam drove us downtown, touring around, taking his time. I felt half in a daze but I felt like he was making circles, delaying arrival, so that he could maximise my time spent feeling that unsure. Finally, he pulled off into a back street and parked. Of course, then I became even more on display and more nervous about being seen, walking with him down the streets. He held my hand as I tried to balance on my heels, dealing with the feeling of the plug inside and the heavy breasts jiggling with each step. My skirt was so short and everything about how I was dressed seemed designed to show me off.
I recognised the blank door only when Liam stopped in front of it and rang the doorbell. The imposing doorman who opened the door was the same as before, and let us in after running his gaze up and down over us. I thought that I saw a small nod shared between him and Liam, but soon enough we were walking down the inner hallway and through the black velvet curtain, into his secret club.
The place was bustling, seemingly indifferent to the late hour or the quiet of the world outside. A few heads turned as we entered but for the most part, the guests continued their evenings. There were a few larger tables, with groups of four or six, but mostly the crowd was couples, and there were more than a few guests like me — clearly submissive or subservient, dressed up in sexually revealing outfits. The decoration of the room was striking, with lovely atmospheric lighting that seemed to come from nowhere. Each table glowed with an individual lantern flickering, and the effect was amplified by the mirrors on the walls, framed by curtains as though they were windows.
Liam let us through the sea of tables and found an open one near the opposite side of the room from where we’d entered. There was a bit of space there, and even what looked like a small stage that I hadn’t noticed before. I didn’t know if it was a tease or a sincere display, but Liam pulled out my chair for me and then tucked it in as I sat, of course feeling the pressure from the plug fresh and new and direct. My skirt was so short that I felt my panty-clad ass land directly on the chair.
He took his seat opposite me, still smiling, then lifted a small menu card from in front of him. A very pretty young waitress approached almost immediately.
“I’d like a double of Lagavulin, neat, and Crissy will have a glass of the Dom Ruinart rosé,” he ordered, and the girl left with thanks. Liam’s eyes followed her as she left, then turned back to me.
“What did you think of Jess?” he asked.
“She seemed very eager, very devoted, Master,” I said.
“Oh yes, I think she did very well for her first time, as you did during your first time, and tonight. Did you think she was pretty?”
I blushed, not knowing quite why.
“Yes, Master. Crissy thought she was very pretty,” I said, pausing for a moment. “Her enthusiasm only made her feel even more so.”
“You’ve gotten to suck a lot of cocks, Crissy, but you haven’t perhaps gotten to kiss a lot of girls like Jess.”
“No, Master, that is true,” I said, thinking that by “girls like Jess” he meant men transformed, as I was.
“Did you like it?” Liam asked, looking me directly in the eyes.
I thought back, trying to do justice to the question. I knew Liam wanted my honesty. The sensations and emotions came back to me as I remembered the moments.
“Yes, Master. Crissy enjoyed kissing Jess. Her lips were soft and she was a good, eager kisser.”
“Did it arouse you?”
“Yes, Master. Crissy was aroused by kissing her. She was enthusiastic, she used her whole body and, well, it was a charged situation, with you all there.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I like you aroused,” he said, the smile there on his lips again.
“You keep me aroused a lot, Master,” I confessed.
“As a girl like you should be,” he said.
The drinks arrived and our lovely server placed them in front of us. Liam thanked her and then lifted his glass in a silent toast. I picked up mine as well, and we took our first sips. I knew the taste of a good scotch and was almost jealous, then took a sip of the pink fizzy rose he had ordered for me. It was sweet and bubbly, but very good.
Liam shifted in his seat, getting comfortable, his eyes never leaving me. In my corset and all the rest, the only comfortable posture seemed to be upright and stiff.
“You can feel that your life is changing, can’t you, Crissy?”
“Yes, Master, I do.”
“I hope that you are starting to understand the size and scope of some of these changes, and that you understand that they are being made consciously.”
“Yes, Master, the scope is starting to sink in but, may Crissy ask, what do you mean by consciously?”
“I mean that the changes that are being made are being done on purpose, with a plan and a goal in mind. Since, in this case, the plan being completed is mine, it is important that you accept that, that you trust me to make this plan, and that you give your consent to it.”
I let those words sink in.
“Crissy does trust you, Master. This is scary for me a lot of the time, but I never could have imagined this would all really happen for me. I was always so worried… about being found out and judged and hated… but it is easier to accept when I know that Master is in charge. Master decides. Master has a plan, and I think a plan for Crissy and for Cheryl too.”
He smiled.
“I told you right from the beginning that I was going to fuck your wife. My highest hopes are coming true for the both of you, I think. You are right. I do have a plan. I’m glad you can have faith in it. You do consent to all this now, don’t you? Despite the events that inspired your service?”
“Yes, Master. Crissy consents to serving Master. I know you are using the power of what I can see that I always wanted.”
“Wonderful. I had trust in that myself,” Liam said and then glanced at his watch. “But thinking of plans, I think we’d best be moving on.”
I took a long slow sip of my drink as Liam finished his. He stood and pulled out my chair for me and helped me to my feet. He took my hand and led me out of the dining room, but we left via a different door than we had entered. The corridor he led me down was similar, but this one was lined with doors all along one side.
Liam chose one of those doors and opened it, leading me in. The room was small, but both side walls were lined with shelves and racks of toys. There were velvet curtains on the other walls, and Liam pulled one closed to hide the door that he had just closed and locked.
Near the opposite wall, there was a platform, no higher than a single step. Liam guided me to it, and had me stand facing the wall. He pressed a button and up from the floor nearly right beneath me came a gleaming stainless steel rod.
“Bend forwards, Crissy.”
I leaned forward as best I could on my heels, not wanting to fall forwards. It seemed enough for Liam and he reached to lift my skirt and tug down my panties and then tug the plug from my ass as well. He then found a dildo on one of the shelves, and mounted it to the top of the pole.
“Stand over this, Crissy,” he instructed, and so I did.
Once I was in place, Liam used the button controls once more to set the pole rising again. It rose and rose, pushing the dildo up inside my recently emptied ass. He kept it going until I felt it start to force me up onto my toes. I realised that my position was inescapable. This one implement had me trapped there helpless, but still, Liam chose to gather my wrists together and cuff them behind my back.