“Would you like another drink, sir?” I lowered my gaze and offered the man some champagne. He wordlessly extended his glass, not even bothering to acknowledge me. I poured his wine and bowed before moving on to the next person. Dressed in a sexy black leather lingerie and nothing else but my “L” necklace, I fit right in with the other party guests. The necklace was by far my favorite part of my outfit that Mistress had picked for me. It was a black leather choker with a fancy gold L for Laurie on it. Anyone who saw knew I belonged to her, and it was a physical reminder that she was my domme, my Mistress, my biggest supporter and protector. I was honored and so grateful she had chosen me, and I never took that for granted. She was a truly remarkable woman and I'm not ashamed to say I'm a little obsessed with her.

The party was in full swing around me: men and women of all ages, sexualities, fetishes, and appearances, all with one thing in common - we were all BDSM enthusiasts. Kinksters, sadists, masochists, freaks, and weirdos: all united with a common purpose. There was a certain beauty to it if you really thought about it.

Half the crowd appeared to be doms, and half subs. Some doms had multiple subs, some shared theirs around, everyone looked like they were having a good time, even the subs crying out in pain and ecstasy at the whipping station.

I flinched as another CRACK! filled the air followed immediately by a moan. Mistress had taken me to the club before, but this was even more extreme. Speaking of, Mistress was on the other side of the room, happily chatting to a male Dom with his sub at his feet, kneeling obediently. I was on drink duty, a service Mistress had volunteered me for and I had no choice but to accept. Whatever, it meant I got to roam around and meet some fellow enthusiasts.

“More champagne, Madam?” I offered an unfamiliar dominatrix with lowered eyes.

“Sure,” she held out a glass but took it back at the last second, causing me to spill on the floor. I scowled at her as she giggled behind a leather gloved hand.

“Oh dear, what a mess! I'll have to tell your dom about this. Who is he?”

Ugh, I already hate this bitch.

“I belong to Mistress Laurie,” I pointed across the room to Mistress. She seemed to sense I needed her, and she sauntered over in her thigh high stiletto boots.

“Hello, Pattie. What seems to be the problem here?” Mistress asked. God, I just couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked as radiant as ever in her latex corset and micro skirt. Her gorgeous long chestnut hair cascaded down her back and swayed gracefully as she walked. She wore blue and black today, and topped it off with some black lipstick on those pouty, gorgeous lips of hers that I just can't get enough of. I wonder if they still tasted of cherry, even in black? She held a large fan in her hand, and I wish I had one too with how hot it was in here.

“Is this yours?” The woman pointed to me. I held myself back from frowning at her again.

“She is,” Mistress stroked my hair.

“Well, your slut spilled my wine. I thought you might want to make her apologize.”

“Apologize to Pattie, Ava.”

“...I'm sorry Madam.” I said curtly without raising my eyes.

“Oh, no, that's not good enough. She should be punished, I think. Then I'll feel better.” Ugh, this bitch.

“Ava.” Mistress said sharply. I looked up at her, nearly a foot taller than me in her high heeled boots. She never let me wear heels around her, something about how she loved being so much taller. She had dressed me in some black and white Converse to go along with my sexy lingerie. “Come.”

I followed her direction and laid obediently over my Mistress's lap. She gave me three good spanks to my bare ass, making a show for everyone to see. She set me straight up afterward, and I apologized again to the unfamiliar dominatrix. Mistress led me away and spoke low into my ear.

“I saw the whole thing, she's just being a bitch,” she laughed.

I smiled back at her. It felt so good to always have her on my side, god I loved her- I mean, I loved being her sub so much. We mingled a little, and she introduced me to some of her dom friends and their subs. Most looked meek and wary, unlike me, who stood as tall as I could at just 5’2” and had a barely contained fire. I only lowered my gaze because Mistress told me to.

I wandered behind Mistress for a while, offering the rest of my bottle of wine to doms and dommes, most of which were polite to me. After a few minutes my bottle ran out and I waited for Mistress's directions. She was chatting with an older man, and my ears perked up when my name came up.

“I'm so sorry your sub bailed, but you can use mine if you'd like. Her name's Ava,” Mistress said. I looked at her incredulously.

“Mistress-?”

She cut me off with a wave of her fan. “She even likes cock, so it should be better for you.” She pulled me by the shoulder and in front of the strange man. He wasn't particularly handsome, and about 20 years older than me. Was she really going to make me fuck this old guy?

The man eyed me hungrily and I gulped as I realized I really had to do this. Well, anything for Mistress right? She pushed me into a couch on my hands and knees and slid my panties off. She grabbed my cheeks and spoke low to me.

“Dave's going to make use of your slutty cunt now. But you're going to look at me the whole time, okay? I want to see what faces you make when you're getting fucked by him.” She grinned at me hungrily. “And don't worry, he won't last long with a tight wet cunt like you.”

I could only nod at her as the man positioned himself behind me. Before I knew it, I felt the tip of his cock pressed against me. I looked into Mistress's eyes alight with fire, and gasped as he slammed his cock into me.

“Ah!” I let out a little moan as he filled me entirely up with his warm, hard dick. It has been a while since I had a man other than my boyfriend, and honestly it was a nice change of pace from fingers and toys. Oh, don't get me wrong; the best orgasms of my life were from Mistress. But a girl needs a fat cock sometimes, you know?

He fucked me for several minutes, and I followed Mistress's orders and kept my eyes on hers the whole time. It was largely unremarkable, but he wasn't bad. I could tell he was just fucking me to get himself off. I felt like a sex doll, just used to be dumped afterward. It turned me on knowing he didn't give a fuck about me and was just using me as a set of holes. Mistress really seemed to enjoy watching me get fucked, and to be honest, because she was there I felt like I could take anything. Eventually, the man's grip on my hips tightened and I could feel his cock twitch with his pending orgasm.

He groaned and I felt his hot cum shoot into me. He thrusted a few more times, then unceremoniously pulled out and wandered away, leaving me panting and naked with his cum creampie inside me. Mistress pulled me up by the arms so fast it made me head spin. I stumbled into her and she caught me in her strong arms.

“Ooh, good girl Ava. You did so well did you like that?” She wiped the sweat from my brow.

“Um... It was alright,” I honestly replied.

She laughed and leaned down to pull my panties back onto me. I could feel the strangers cum leak out into my panties, soaking them even further. She led me by the shoulder and we kept mingling like nothing had happened.