My last post made me remember the first time I visited our club. At the time I'd only been with Sir for about a month. I was eager to please him, but still fairly new to the scene and with a lot to left to learn.

When he suggested it to me, I was reluctant. After all, I'd heard stories about what went on at places like that, and it all sounded like more than I could handle. In fact, I didn't think it was the sort of place I'd ever be interested in.

Sir didn't push it or mention the club again, but the seed had been planted in my mind. I spent the next few nights imagining what it would be like, what I might see there. Could it be as bad as all that? After all, Sir had given me the impression that he'd been there several times before and he seemed to think I'd like it.

My imaginings were driving me mad. I'd pictured hundreds of bodies writhing in a mass orgy, a group of seedy old men sitting around drinking, and everything in between. I had to know the truth. When I saw Sir the next night, I plucked up my courage and asked him "That club you talked about. Could... Could you take me?"

He seemed pleased that I'd asked and reached the decision on my own. "Of course I can, Pet" That was what he called me back then. "but not tonight. Does tomorrow sound good?"

We spent the rest of the night together and I could tell Sir was in a good mood. Him licking my pussy was a rare treat for good behaviour, but for him to keep flicking his tongue across my clit until he allowed me to cum against his lips was even more uncommon. That wasn't the end of it though, he let me have two more orgasms that night, including once with his cock buried deep inside me. I went to sleep that night tired and happy.

The next evening, he checked that I still wanted to go with him, and when I answered eagerly he presented me with a series of gifts. First up was a black lace lingerie set, complete with matching stockings. It was sexy without being too revealing. Next, a scarlet domino mask to avoid any chance of being recognised, and finally a long flowing red velvet cape "for the ride there" he told me. It was clear he'd put a lot of thought into this, and really wanted my first visit to go smoothly.

I got dressed for him and posed in front of the mirror. I barely recognised the girl looking back at me. She looked confident, sexy, mysterious. I wanted to be her. It was a strange thought to have, after all I was her.

Sir handed me one last package. "You don't have to wear this if you don't want to, but I thought it might give you some peace of mind." When I unwrapped it, I at first thought it was some sort of thong made of leather and metal, but as I opened it out and saw the padlock, I realised it's true purpose." A chastity belt?" I blurted out.

I really wasn't sure about that, it seemed a little more extreme than I was happy with. But then I looked at the sexy mysterious lady in the mirror and asked myself "would she refuse to wear something Sir had bought for her?" The answer was obvious, so I handed Sir the belt and pulled my cape to the side. "Put it on me, please?"

As soon as I heard the key turn in the lock, I felt something change inside me. For the first time since I'd discovered sex, my pleasure wasn't mine to control. I felt more submissive but strangely more empowered at the same time. I pressed my fingers to the metal plate covering my pussy, exploring it. Of course I felt nothing.

"What if I need to.. You know, go?" I asked. Sir pointed out the thin slit at the front, far too narrow for my fingers or any toy I had, then turned me around to show my rear in the mirror. There was a hoop of metal there to give access. It seemed the designers had thought of everything.

We caught a cab to the club. I felt scandalous knowing I was out in public with only lingerie - and my belt - underneath the cape. Fortunately it was only a short ride. The door to the club was nondescript, covered in slightly faded black paint and only a discreet gold plaque revealing its name. I could have walked past a hundred times and not thought anything of it.

Once we were inside, I was surprised that Sir removed my cape, passing it to a waiting cloakroom attendant. I had unconsciously been using it as a security blanket, and I felt stripped bare without it. Sir saw my hesitation and put his arm comfortingly across my shoulders, leading me deeper into the club.

The room inside was smaller than I expected. It was dimly lit, with a stage and what looked like a dance floor at one end. We had apparently got there early, because there weren't many others there, and I noticed to my relief that they all seemed to be dressed, although some of the women only wore lingerie as I did. Most of the men wore smart suits, apart from two wearing leather trousers and nothing else.

Sir led me to a booth along one of the side walls, where we could be semi-hidden in the shadows. "Remember, we're just here to watch tonight. If anyone approaches you, point them to me and I'll do the talking." Him saying that, and seeing the relatively normal people who were there with us helped calm me and I felt myself relax. I hadn't even realised I was so tense.

Time passed and the crowd slowly grew, until there were maybe 50 or 60 people there. I started noticing people wearing less clothes. Some women were topless, one or two fully nude. I saw some women and a couple of the men were kneeling beside the chairs of their partners, and it felt right. I wanted to do the same, but the shape of the booth would have made it impractical. "Just watching" Sir reminded me.

The night wore on, and I was surprised that no orgy happened. If anyone there was having sex, they were certainly being subtle about it. I saw that people would regularly leave and enter through a door in the corner by the stage. Looking through it when it opened, I could see a staircase, but nothing else. I asked Sir about it, but he just shook his head, saying "another time".

Then it was time for us to go. I felt a little deflated. It didn't seem like the club was anything special, and I wondered what all the fuss was about. I know now that Sir was introducing me slowly and had deliberately chosen to take me on a 'social' night.

When we got back home, I dropped my cape and stood in front of Sir, waiting for him to unlock the chastity belt. He held they key up and sat as if waiting for something. I blushed and dropped to my knees. "Please Sir, will you unlock me?"

"I rather like that belt on you. I'll have to get you wearing it more often" Still he sat there, looking at the key between his fingers.

I dropped my head down, pressing my cheek against his shoes. "Please, Sir?" He put his hand on my head, stroking gently. I started thinking "what if he doesn't unlock me? What if I have to sleep with this on?" The idea didn't scare me as much as I thought it would, rather I was excited by it, and embarrassed by that reaction.

The minutes passed, Sir stroking my head while I battled my conflicting desires, then suddenly he reached down, snapped open the lock and removed the belt. I felt... not sad, but as if I'd lost something important, or had it taken from me. With the removal of the belt, I also realised just how wet my panties were. Soaked might be a better word.

Sadly, Sir had to leave just then, to get an early start for work. In my mind I understood, but my body rebelled. I pressed myself tightly against him as we kissed goodbye, letting him feel my wetness against his leg. I'm certain he knew, but he stayed firm and left me. No sooner had the door closed than I threw myself onto the bed, crying irrationally. I knew he had to leave, but still I felt deserted.

I did the one thing I knew was guaranteed to cheer me up and slid my hand inside my panties, pinching and stroking my clit, pushing my fingers inside myself. As I masturbated in a frenzy of lust, I couldn't stop thinking. What would I have done if Sir had left me locked up?