The next day they had to work. Gavin was on the day shift for a while, so they spent
their evenings at Mike’s in his playroom or just cuddling on the couch or in the big bed.
One Friday evening, Gavin and Mike declared they had a surprise for her. Mike led her to the bedroom, where a sparkling green outfit lay on the bed.
“I want you to put this and only this on. We’re going out for a while,” he said, handing her the clothing and leaving the room.
Shelby looked at what he had given her—a micro skirt and a short tank top. She sat on the side of the bed to remove what she was wearing and pulled the tank over her head. It was very tight and barely reached her navel, leaving lots of skin exposed, but she could deal with it. The skirt was another story. Mike had told her to only wear what she had been given, but there was no way she could wear that skirt without some form or undergarment. Her whole hoo-ha would be on display. She didn’t know where they were taking her, but if it was somewhere with people, there was no way she was not putting something on under the skirt. Maybe she could get away with a thong that would be enough to give her some sense of privacy. Finding a pair that matched the skirt wasn’t difficult, even though they didn’t like her wearing undergarments. The men had taken her shopping one day and bought her lots of thongs and other things. When she asked them why they had bought so many thongs, Gavin answered, “Because we like tearing them off you, baby.” And they did often.
Shelby slipped the thong on and went to the bathroom to braid her hair. She’d discovered that if they were going to play, the men liked her hair braided. She couldn’t imagine that they weren’t going to play with her in this outfit. Shelby walked out of the bedroom and found Mike and Gavin standing in the hall waiting. Gavin held a long white jacket, and Mike had a pair of white thigh-high boots with six-inch heels for her to wear. When wearing the boots and jacket she was covered from head to toe.
Gavin stood back, ran an appreciative eye over her, and nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”
He took her hand and led her out to Mike’s truck. After putting her in the middle and fastening her seatbelt, Mike took the driver’s seat, and Gavin crawled in beside her.
As they drove, Gavin started to explain to her. “We are going to take you to a BDSM club tonight. Mike and I have been members of the club for a while now but have never taken anyone there. We won’t scene with you tonight. You’re not ready for that. But we want you to observe some of the others who are playing and see how you react to some of the things that happen.”
Wow, Shelby thought, a BDSM club. She had read about them but didn’t even know that there was one in the area. She wasn’t sure how to react.
The men explained the rules of the club to her. They told her that because she was their guest, they would be responsible for her and her actions and that anything she did would reflect on them. They also told her she would be wearing a temporary collar so everyone in the club knew she was taken. While wearing the collar, no one would bother her. She could explore safely, not that they were going to leave her alone for any time. They weren’t going to take any chances with her safety. They explained the protocols for the club and how interrupting a scene would earn her punishment. They promised one of them would be with her always.
When they got to the club, they were several papers she needed to read and sign. As soon as it was done, they introduced her to the receptionist, Marcia, who took her to the locker room to leave her coat and boots. The men gave her the choice of wearing the boots or taking them off, and once Shelby saw herself in the mirror and how hot she looked she decided to leave the boots on, though her feet would be killing her by the end of the night.
Marcia took her out a door, which led straight into the club. The music was loud and lights were flashing. The room was enormous and sectioned into several parts. There was a huge dance floor, several stage areas, a sitting area, and, along one wall, a long bar. Mike and Gavin were standing at the bar talking to several men and waiting for her. As she and Marcia walked up to the group, the men let out several whistles and catcalls. Mike and Gavin stepped away from the bar and walked toward her and Marcia, meeting them halfway. Gavin held her braid up while Mike slipped the temporary collar around her neck. Then they led her to the bar.
“You can have juice, soda, or water as a visitor,” the bartender said, looking at her collar.
Mike and Gavin each had water, though they didn’t plan to play tonight, they were going to stay sober since they had Shelby with them. They never drank anything alcoholic when they were playing. It wasn’t a safe thing to do.
Mike and Gavin introduced her to the men they had been talking to and the bartender, Chris. After they got their drinks, Mike led them to the seating area, where several men they had been talking to were sitting, some with submissives and some alone. Shelby noticed that the submissives were all kneeling on pillows beside their masters, so she tried to copy their poses.
“Very good, baby,” Gavin told her kneeling beside her and adjusting her a little bit. While he was adjusting her, Gavin noticed the thong. “Master Mike, check out our girl. I think someone added to the clothes she was left. Did you give her a thong to wear?”
Mike shook his head no and looked to Shelby for an answer.
“Well,” she started, “the skirt was so short and I had to wear something.”
“Weren’t you told to only wear what was on the bed?” Gavin asked.
Shelby nodded her head and looked at the floor. She knew she was in trouble.
“You know you weren’t supposed to put a thong on. We’ll talk about this later. Now we want you to enjoy the club,” Gavin said.
She would now be thinking about the punishment all evening.
Mike knelt on the other side of Shelby and kissed her gently before he and Gavin stood and took a seat in the chairs behind her.
Several men came by and stopped to talk to Gavin and Mike, but Shelby didn’t pay much attention to them. She was content to kneel at the feet of her men and soak in the club’s atmosphere. Occasionally one of the men would reach down and pat her head or ask how she was doing, but they pretty much just let her sit while they talked.
After a few minutes, a man leading a crawling woman by a leash walked up. It shocked Shelby a little, but when she saw the woman lean her head against the man’s leg then rub her face against it. The look of contentment the woman had she relaxed. Gavin and Mike stood and shook hands with the man, nodding to the woman.
“Shelby, this is Master Matthew and his wife-slash-submissive, Bethany. Matt and I work together,” Gavin said.
Matt reached down and took the leash off Bethany. Speaking to the woman softly, he patted her hair. “You have permission to talk to Shelby.”
The men then left them to talk while they walked to the bar. They stood next to the bar but were where they could always see the women. Bethany sat back on her heels and looked at Shelby.
“Hey, how are you?” she asked, extending one hand to shake Shelby’s.