“I’m nervous,” he says.

“Why? It is incredibly unlikely that anyone will recognize you here,” she responds. They had traveled to a city, approximately 4 hours from their respective homes to attend a kink event. He was nervous about being recognized in his home city.

“I know. I’m just….insecure about this. You know.”

She puts the car in park, turns towards him and looks him in the eye. “Look. I understand that you’re nervous about this, darling. But things will be fine. I promise.”

“Yes, Miss, I understand.”

They exit the car. He straightens his shirt, tie and slacks. All black, apart from the tie, which has diagonal purple and black stripes. She looks him over, and nods with approval. He smiles. Earning her approval and pleasing her is his favorite thing to do. If he only knew what she would be doing to him later that night once they got back to the hotel room.

She pulls a vanity mirror out of her purse, checks her makeup one last time, and asks her submissive, “How do I look, dear?” “Nearly perfect, Miss,” he responds. He gently reaches toward her face and straightens a stray hair that had fallen in front of her ear, combing it back behind with his fingers. “Now you look perfect, Miss.”

They walk across the parking lot towards the door. She is in the lead, with him behind and to the right, per their agreement. He revels in the opportunity to get to watch her long beautiful auburn hair flowing down her back, across her corset and to the belt of her skirt. Her stiletto boots accentuate her legs and ass, which he finds himself staring at quite intensely. He’s more into breasts than asses, but when an opportunity arises, he must take it.

Unfortunately, his admiration of her ass caused him to fail to notice she was quickly approaching the door. She stepped up the curb, and stopped just short of the door. As he slowed to a stop, still staring at her ass, he suddenly realized that he was already failing her for the first time of the weekend. She clears her throat at the exact moment he realizes what he had failed to do. “My apologies, Miss.” He quickly rushes ahead and opens the door to the vestibule of the club.

She approaches the door, stops just before entering, and looks at him, dead in the eyes. “I know you were staring at my ass there. Come in.” She enters the vestibule, and he enters behind, allowing the door to close. She gently pushes him against the wall, his hands instinctively go behind his back. She closes the gap between the two, putting them face to face, their bodies pressed against one another. Before he has time to react, she unzips his pants, and pulls out his cock, which is locked in a steel chastity device. She attaches a leash to the padlock at the base. “Now, I know you’d said you would need to be dragged into this place.” She zips his pants up, leaving the leash hanging out under the button.

She tugs twice, gently. “Follow me, dear. We have to get checked in for the weekend.”