“Baby, we want to take you to a club tonight,” Grant told her.
“That sounds like fun. I’ve never been to a club.” Stacie thought they meant a dance club. “What will I wear? Maybe I can wear one of the new dresses Seth got me today. I have to go get ready.” She was almost clapping her hands, she was so happy to be going out with her men.
“Babe, it’s not the kind of club you’re thinking.” Grant told her, grabbing her hands and settling her back in Seth’s lap.
“Oh, what kind of club is it? It’s not like the casinos, is it? I don’t want to go back in one of those, ever again!” She was still upset about what had happened the night before.
“Baby, it’s a BDSM club, where people practice their kink,” Grant started explaining.
Stacie knew a little about BDSM from the books she read and what the boys had told her, but, other than reading about it,and what she had done with her men, had never thought very much about it. One of her girlfriends in school had been into the lifestyle and she had discussed it with Stacie and some other friends..
“Honey, do you know what BDSM is?” Seth asked.
“Yes, Sallie at school and her boyfriend Tommy did that, and I’ve read about it in my books. What do you want to do to me?” She was a little apprehensive and not sure this was for her.
“We would never do anything you didn’t want to do. Tonight, we are just going to take you to the club and show you around. We don’t have to try anything tonight unless you want to. Eventually, we would like to play with you, but if it’s not something you are comfortable with, we can talk about it. You don’t need to be scared. While we were shopping, Jake and Grant bought you something we would like you to wear tonight. If you are too uncomfortable in what they chose, we will find something else, but we would really like you to wear this,” Seth told her.
Jake went into the second bedroom of the suit and came back with a small package. He sat down on the table across from her, and opened the package to show her the contents.
What he pulled out of the package was a satin slip dress the color of her skin, a peachy beige that would blend perfectly with her and looked as if it had been made just for her. It had matching spaghetti straps and a lace bodice that would barely conceal her breasts.
“That looks like something I would wear to bed, not to a club,” Stacie observed, not sure she could go out in something like that.
“It’s what a lot of the subs wear to the club and very conservative for club wear. You will see people in a lot less,” Jake informed her.
“Would you please wear it for us?” Grant begged.
Seeing the eagerness in all of their eyes, Stacie slowly nodded, then took the dress from Jake and started to rise to go and change.
Seth held her still with one arm around her waist. “We need to talk first, honey. There will be rules you need to follow tonight to keep from getting into trouble. First, you will speak only when spoken to. There are a lot of very strict Doms at the club and they could demand to punish you if you don’t obey the club rules.
“As a submissive, you will be expected to behave a certain way and do the things your Doms tell you to. As long as you follow the rules and listen, you will be fine, but if you don’t do what you’re told and disobey any of the club rules, we will have to punish you. I don’t want your first scene in the club to be a public one.”
Seth continued to lay out the club rules for her and even explained that there was a contract that she would have to sign before
being allowed into the club.
Stacie was nervous, but excited that her men wanted to do something like that with her. She quickly put the dress on and, though it wasn’t something given to her by her men, added a thong that closely matched the color of the dress. You couldn’t really call it a dress. It was more of a slip and left very little to the imagination. The skirt barely reached to the top of her thighs and the bodice was plunging, almost baring her breasts. There was no way she could wear a bra with it, but she was lucky enough not to need one. Jake had also handed her a pair of five-inch stiletto heels to match the outfit, and even though she was unsteady on them, she loved the way they made her legs look.
Turning to and fro and admiring herself in the mirror, she really was amazed at how flattering the outfit—what there was of it—looked on her. She was one sexy chick, she thought to herself, giggling.
Seth walked into the room as she started giggling and asked her what was so funny.
“I think I look sexy,” she said as she giggled to him.
“You are sexy, honey. Jake, Grant, come look at our sexy lady,” he called to his brothers.
Grant and Jake also oohed and ahhed over her, and then it was her turn to praise them.
All three of the brothers had changed into tight-fitting black jeans and were wearing black satin shirts they had left unbuttoned several inches down, baring their muscular chests. And they were all hers.
Reaching out and slipping her hand into the opening in Seth’s shirt, she batted her eyes and looked up into his. “Can’t we just stay here and play?” she asked, licking her lips for effect.
Grant gently took her wrist and pulled the palm of her hand up to his lips, kissing, then taking a small bite out of her skin. “Nice try, baby, but we are taking you out tonight. You look too good to not show you off.”
Stacie giggled again and let the men help her into a light jacket. It was long and covered her to her knees. A little unsteady in her heels, she grabbed Jake’s arm and let him escort her out. Seth and Grant both were close behind.
Grant drove and Stacie sat in the back between Jake and Seth. Seth explained the rules to her again and Jake slipped his hand down between her legs. Finding her thong, he was not happy.