BPOV
The same guy was at the door and Edward greeted him casually “Tyler, how’s the night going?”
“Not too bad Edward, with Mike out…” his eyes went to me “…Eric and I are rotating stations but there haven’t been any problems so…”
“Let’s hope it stays that way”
“Yeah, it will be good to get Mike back” Edward only responded with a nod, but I was pretty damn sure Mike Newton would not be returning.
As we entered the building Tyler wished us a good evening, Edward signed in and I followed a step behind through the ornate wooded doors. He said hello to a few people as he led us through the main bar and into the dance area. He was right about the flea market comparison. All the tables that were normally along the perimeter were scattered all over the dance floor and being used to display various objects. I didn’t know there were so many different kinky items yet there they were all on display and obviously for sale. People ambled around talking and laughing as they moved from table to table looking at items, picking things up and shifting through racks of clothing.
A sudden thought crossed my mind and I giggled. Edward turned to give me a smile “More personal jokes?”
“Master you girl was just thinking that this reminded her of a church rummage sale”
He chuckled “I highly doubt that Saint Robert’s Woman’s Association would sanction this kind of merchandise”
“You never know Master. After all sex sells and if they want to raise money this just might be a good idea.”
He laughed “Maybe we should drive around and drop a note in their suggestion boxes”
“Maybe” I agreed with a laugh as someone called my name “Isabella, girl there you are. I was beginning to think you’d never get here”
Douglas was by my side giving Edward the biggest puppy dog eyes. ‘Sir, if I promise to return her unharmed may this lowly boy please steal away your darling submissive”
“Actually Douglas, that’s a good idea. I have to speak to Aro and this way Isabella has someone to walk around with” there was a bit of shock on my face as he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. Opening it Edward handed me a deep red card that had New Moon written across the middle in black letters with his name on the bottom. Edward leaned down to kiss my head “Be a good girl, use my card to buy something and remember who you belong to”
That seemed to be the standard phrase whenever Edward left me alone at the club with a small smile that said ‘how can I forget’ I answered with a simple “Yes Master”
Edward turned and I told Douglas that I first wanted to use the bathroom, hearing my intentions Edward stopped mid step “Isabella, you may use the facilities but you are not to wash”
Well that just sucked
The thought of walking around with my thighs coated in vagina juices was not at all appealing. Edward continued to eye me waiting for my acknowledgement of his orders. “Yes Sir”
The bastard had the nerve to grin wickedly “Good because I’m planning on it being so thick, I’ll be able to scrap it off with a spoon”
My face heated as my mouth dropped open in shock that he would say something so suggestively vulgar in front of Douglas. My response made him laugh more as he stepped towards me “I love you nâhtötse, now go have fun” he said with a kiss to my head and a swat on my bottom.
As Edward left I turned to my charge. Doulas was smiling, he wasn’t much taller than me, thin with short hair that spiked on top and wide rimmed black glasses. He was wearing grey trousers, a white button up with a red, green and yellow plaid jacket. It was a strange combination of colors yet he was completely dapper right down to the red bow tie around his neck and his white fabric shoes.
“Awe…” he looked like he was going to swoon “That man is a-dor-a-ble, and sexy as hell I swear he’s like sex-on-a-stick…”
At the description I burst out laughing because that was how I had first thought of Edward and used those exact words. He was sex-on-a-stick.
“… now if he would only shoot for the boys team…” he sighed in resonation making me giggle some more
“Well let’s go” he said tucking my arm into his and inclined his head towards mine while we started walking “Girl, I have to apologize about before.”
I didn’t know what he was referring to, he hadn’t done anything “Over at the restaurant, right when I hugged you Daddy gave me a zing”
“A what?” I questioned as we walked arm in arm to the far side of the room
“You know a zing…” his face scrunched up as he practically sang the word “…from the bullet”
“Ohhh…” I laughed “…you have one too?”
“Ohhh….sweety. I’ll bet half the subs in this place have one or if they are lucky… two...”
Hmmm…that makes me the lucky one
“…somewhere tucked inside them. The other half are sporting CB’s and suffering in a whole different kind of a divine way”
“CB’s?”
Douglas stopped walking “Girl you are new” he grinned and continued leading the way “Chastity Belts”
As he said the word I could feel my blush at being so naïve and then I saw where we were going “I had to bring you to Alice first, or she would have had my head and then what on earth would Daddy do”
Alice was standing behind a long table with a white cover over it. She had a clip board in her hand and black and white pictures laid out on the surface. After a quick hug and twirl so she could appraise my attire – giving her absolute approval - she started in on her spiel. Next month at the Christmas in July Party they – Riley and Alice – were hosting a Vintage Underwear Event, complete with a fashion show. As I looked down at the photo’s they were all of women in various underthings that ranged from the bloomers and pantalets of the mid eighteen hundred’s to the corsets and fishnets of the fifty’s. It was an interesting idea and sounded like a fun night.
“So I already put you down” Alice announced
What?
“Oh she will look fantastic in something from the twenties” Dougie was sure. I on the other hand wasn’t as certain “I…I…I don’t know Alice. What do I have to do?”
“It’s easy…” but before she could continue another group of girls came over and she whispered “…I’ll explain all about it later” before starting her speech all over again.
Dougie took that as a chance for us to leave “Ali we’ll be back”
My body moved along with my feet while my eyes stayed on the photos for a moment “Ummm… Doulas…”
“Noo..no..no.. girlfriend only Daddy calls me Douglas, and other Dom’s of course, but that’s only to show Daddy respect. You my dear call me Dougie.”
“Ok… and what do I call your Master?”
“Girl, he is not my Master…He’s my Daddy”
There’s a difference?
“And you may call him Dougie’s Daddy”
There was no way in hell I would call him that
“How about I call him DD or Double D”
He grinned “Oh girl you call Daddy Double D and he’ll be your friend for life”
At my confused expression he added “Because Daddy is Double Dick-oh-lious”
Ok, maybe I would have to come up with a different name
We stopped at the first table filled with all kind of lotions, powers and body sprays. They had samples open to taste and lick. We sort of glanced over the selections but didn’t try anything. The next table was filled with candles. They were called Scandle Shimmering Lotion Candle. They only burned at two degrees above body temperature and the melted wax produced ‘a shimmering, fragrant lotion to give your skin a healthy, sexy and flawless glow.’ At least that was what the lady said, she wanted to put some on my arm, but I declined, not sure how Edward would react to the scent. Dougie on the other hand accepted happily.
“Wow…smell that girlfriend” lifting his wrist to my face. Taking a whiff it was a musky, floral scent that was rather pleasant and as he twisted his arm there was sparkle to his skin.
“Do you have this in Lavender?”
“Lavender is going to make him go to sleep”
He scoffed “Not when I mix in a little Cyan Pepper”
“You’re going to put pepper on your skin?”
“Girl, Daddy is from New Orleans, he likes everything with a little kick. Shit…” he said picking up a different candle to smell “…I’d dip my dick in tobacco if he wanted to suck it off”
The mental imagine along with the seriousness of his tone made me laugh as I was sure he meant it.
“Well look at that our little girl laughing” Rose said from behind us
While I said hello to Rose Dougie had a better answer “Shit Rose, why shouldn’t she laugh, she’s young, sexy and has one of the best looking Dom’s in this place fawning all over her”
Yeah, I was beginning to really like Dougie
We moved around the tables looking at lube that resembled giz, all three of us had a lot of fun with that one. The next few tables had jewelry, personalized collars, nipple chains – like the ones I was wearing- and slave rings. These are replicas of the rings worn in ‘The Story of O’’. They are bands with a representation of a shackle on the top. They seemed to be rather popular as several people were buying them. Me I would stick with my bells.
The next section was clothing, t-shirts with sayings on them like ‘Nice People Swallow – All grown up and still getting Spanked – You need HIS Permission to Play with me’ and my personal favorite and the one Rose insisted I needed to buy ‘I may have a Bad mouth, but I can do Great things with it’
While I laughed Rose pointed to the wall with our names on it and Dougie challenged me to a deep throat contest – something told me I would probably lose that one.
We spent a lot of time at the tables with wigs, boa’s, stockings and fetish shoes. Trying things on and I watched in amazement at one of the girls trying on a pair of shoes that looked like ballet slippers with a heel. She was already rather tall and very thin with straight shoulder length dark hair. As she stood the shoes made her feet so straight she wobbled until getting her balance on her toes.
She looked so uncomfortable I had to know “Can you walk in those”
“Umm…let’s see…” she answered looking down at her feet while taking a step. She nearly fell over and out of reflex I reached out to catch her. Once she was safely back in the chair I couldn’t help the giggle. At first her face was incensed and then her eyes crinkled and she laughed with me “I guess that answers that question”
“I would say it’s a No” I agreed still snickering
She unstrapped the torture devises from her feet “I just wanted to see what they felt like”
“They don’t look very comfortable”
“They’re not” she said slipping on her somewhat modest heels and holding out her hand as she stood “By the way I’m Angela”
“Isabella” I said taking her hand
“I know, and I’m sorry it took so long to say hello” she shrugged “you were just always surrounded and Edward didn’t seem to want anyone to talk to you”
Of course she knew Edward. Part of me wondered if she had been with him and the other part waited for the snide remarks to begin. I was surprised when they didn’t “Anyway I just wanted to say hi and …”
“Ang…” the blonde from the next table called “I’ll be there in a minute Lauren” she answered before turning back to me “…I’m sorry about what Jess did to you. She was just jealous and… well, it doesn’t really matter because she’s gone now so…I guess I’ll see you around”
I wondered if Angela blamed me for Jessica being kicked out of the club. Judging by the nonchalant way she spoke of the matter it didn’t seem like she cared. Lauren on the other hand was a different story; she was staring daggers at me. That was alright; at least Angela actually spoke to me.
“Oh and Isabella” Angela called “We have a sort of support group that meets once a month, this month is at my place, if you would like to join us…”
Did I want to do that?
She was waiting for an answer so I gave the most honest one I could “I’ll have to ask Master about that, but thank you”
Lauren rolled her eyes while Angela smiled “Of course, I’ll give you the information and you can clear it with Edward”
I could feel the two people behind me as I frowned at the familiarity she used and she must have seen my unhappiness as she corrected “I mean…your Master”
Yeah Angela just might make the friends list.
“What was she saying about Jess?” Rose asked from over my shoulder
It had been almost two weeks since she had been kicked out and I was sure that was common knowledge “Just that she is gone”
We moved on to the…heavier gear. The first exhibit was canes. The man behind the table was rather large with muscles that would rival Emmett. He was wearing biker gear with long shoulder length hair that was very well kept for how long it was. His facial features were hard to see due to the full beard that would have obscured his neck except that it was braided in two long sections with tiny rubber bands on the end.
“Hi Pappy”
“Hi Rosy how are you and the little one doing?’
“We’re great” she said patting her protruding belly.
While they talked I checked out the different kind of canes he – Pappy – had on display. There were two other couples discussing one over the other and I wanted to listen in but Rose got my attention “have you met Bel…Isabella?”
“No I haven’t the pleasure” he said holding out his hand, as I took it he drew it to his mouth tickling the top of my wrist with his hairy face. “It is very nice to meet you Miss Isabella, now I know why Edward has been hiding you”
Taking that as a compliment I replied “It’s nice to meet you…Pappy?” I questioned unsure if that was a proper title. Dropping my hand he smiled “That’s what you call me”
I smiled back and felt a little brave “And by the way Master has not had his girl in hiding, we were away.”
“I stand corrected”
Pappy followed my eyes to the display of canes – they didn’t look so scary. Just sticks, some long and as wide as my thumb. Others were narrow or had handles with tapered ends. The shades varied from natural wood tones, to colors that even included pink which I thought was alluring – after all anything pink couldn’t hurt that much.
“Do you know anything about Canes Isabella?”
I realized my bottom lip was starting to hurt from the pressure my teeth had on it “Not really”
“Well then come on girl, I’ll give you a little bit of an education” Rose stood next to me with Dougie on the flank as Pappy pointed to the wooden canes “There are basically two types of material to make the cane from, Natural products and synthetic. I’ll talk about the natural first.” He picked up a rather thick one with a curved handle. Holding it up Pappy made a circling motion like a teacher showing a picture book.
“Bamboo is a lightweight wood that becomes very hard and exceptionally durable. The problem with this material is that they can and do break lengthwise, leaving sharp edges that can cut a submissive’s bottom. It is a very strong and does not require much strength to leave a lasting impression on the ass” He smiled as he handed it off to Rose for her to examine.
Even though it made me shutter I took the bamboo from Rose feeling the lightweight Pappy was talking about along with the subtle bumps and ridges that disturbed the smoothness of the wood. Passing it to the person along side of me – who was not Dougie – I listened while Pappy picked up the next one.
This one was made of much thinner wood and straight with a black leather handle on the top.
“Rattan is an excellent wood to use for discipline canes, it has a natural flexibility, it is very durable and resistant to splintering. Unlike the bamboo that will splinter and crack, if the rattan should break during play it will break cleanly. That benefit protects the submissive’s ass against unintentional skin breaks. Rattan is the material of choice for English classrooms and judicial canings.”
It was very smooth and flexible Rose grasped the end and bent it while Pappy went on “The last natural material is Leather.” This one was black with three round balls evenly spaced around the wide handle that tapered off at the bottom.
“Is it solid Leather?” The question came from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I was surprised to see at least a dozen people listening to Pappy’s lesson.
“No” he answered “it is leather wrapped tightly around a standard rattan cane.”
“So why not just use rattan?” Another person – male this time – asked.
“I was getting to that” Pappy remained calm but you could definitely see the Dom in his making an appearance.
Pappy did not like to be interrupted.
“Besides the leather making the basic rattan more aesthetically pleasing it offers another plus, especially to the beginner. The leather covering alleviates the sting of the cane and dulls the bite. The leather creates a very different sensation then the plain wood or even the synthetic canes, which I will get to next. The down side to leather is the cost; they will obviously run more money but definitely worth the investment”
Rose flexed the leather in her hands and when she handed it to me; I couldn’t help but to take a deep inhale before passing it my right. Looking back up my eyes went to Pappy who gave me a smile while holding the next one up.
“Synthetic canes are manmade materials such as nylon, fiberglass, or Lucite. They are easy to care for because they are non-porous. They cannot absorb fluids so that makes them very easy to sanitize with alcohol, bleach or any other household disinfectant. This one here happens to be Lucite”
It was burgundy in color with a black handle and very thick, it also looked rigid with no flexibility, Once I had it in my hand my suspicions were confirm, that sucker had no give at all. Pappy was already talking about the next one which was very thin and transparent.
“Fiberglass canes are fairly inexpensive; they are very flexible and have an impact like a whip. Fiberglass is a very dense material that provides a very serious blow that can easily break the skin.” Pappy paused then stressed “Like I said – a whip like blow.”
Sure that his point was made he went on “Another thing about fiberglass is that you can find very cheap ones on the market but remember the material that it’s made of. Tiny little shards of glass and a cheap cane will splinter imbedding those shards under the skin. Remember you get what you pay for and for safety reasons fiberglass canes need to be checked well and often. Because of the impact along with the care needed in maintaining them Fiberglass canes are not recommended for beginners.”
It was very smooth and the person next to me practically bent the length in half when he let it go the thing snapped back and he struck his fingers making him yelp in pain. “I told you son, not for the beginners” Pappy said holding up the last kind
“Nylon has the advantage of being able to have various designs and colors. As you can see they can be anywhere from bright shiny pink to dull matted black and everything in between. They are easy to care for, require no maintenance and can be washed down with any household disinfectant. And like fiberglass, Nylon is a very dense material that will easily damage a sub’s bottom. For that reason Nylon also is not recommended for beginners.”
Uh…I guess pink can hurt
As he handed the last one to Rose, Pappy asked “Now, can I answer any questions?”
Well I had one, but wasn’t sure I wanted to ask with everyone standing there so I was glad when someone else did “What would you recommend for the beginner?”
“Beginner Dom or sub?”
“Both”
“Well, I would say for control and flexibly rattan would be the best bet, if you can afford the extra cost get the leather.”
There were no other questions and as was customary we clapped to thank Pappy for his instructions. As the crowd dispersed I realized there were more than a dozen people who stopped to listen. We thanked Pappy again and he said something about ridding to Rose before we moved onto the next table.
This one was whips, all kinds of crops, floggers and single tails which made me cringe at the thought. The man behind the table was working on braiding strips of leather to form the strands of a flogger. It was very interesting to watch and the concentration on his face was intense and so was the tone of his voice, “Can I do something for you?”
“I…I…” this man was very intimidating in both stature and gaze. He wasn’t a large as Pappy yet still wide through the shoulders. His long dark hair pulled back in a leather tie at the neck made the roughness of his facial features very distinct. His stare was so darkly intense that he left me tongue tied.
“Well spit it out girl”
He continued to eye me settling his vision on my breast for a moment before looking at Master’s collar and then meeting my eyes.
Come on Bella, put on your big girl panties and talk
“I was just watching you work, it looks tedious yet interesting”
His eyes rose making the tightness of the skin over his cheekbones lift “Would you like to try?”
“Oh, no…I don’t want to mess it up” he laughed a rich deep chuckle “You can’t mess it up, and if you do, I’ll whip you and redo it”
My face must have registered the shock because he laughed again “I’m kidding …about the whipping part. The rest was all true – come here”
Looking around behind me, I wondered where the hell Rose and Dougie had gone. Giving a resounding sigh I took a step forward. Smiling he vacated the chair and the full broadness of his chest became even more apparent. The man looked like a football player with two sets of shoulder pads on yet his waist was flat and tapered.
“Let’s start out the right way” he said squatting down next to where I was sitting and held out his hand “Hello my name is Frank”
“Isabella” I said taking his hand – which was not as large as I would have thought.
“Ok Isabella we work in rows I already have the outside bottom done, so we are going to start on the decorative rows now”
“Decorative?”
“This is a rose flogger, the ends will be little rose buds…like those” he pointed to the flogger hanging on the peg board and the ends were little roses.
“Yes I agree” he picked out three strands “So it’s like braiding hair just keep it very tight”
“What if it’s not?”
Frank went on to explain that if the braids are loose the strands will lose their shape, the leather will break down and the flogger will not swing or strike correctly which could cause injury. My fingers worked at pleating the leather, needing to undo the strand a few times. Frank showed me to pull the leather taunt as I worked, that helped keep everything tight. It also helped me to focus on something other than the way my forearms brushed against my aching, itching, burning nipples.
Once I got down to where there was only an inch or so left he asked me what color the buds should be. “Do you have yellow?”
“Indeed”
Thinking that he was going to finish the detail work I moved to get up and jumped at his stern deep voice “You’re not finished”
“Ummm…I don’t know how…”
“I know, I’m going to show you”
And he did.
Frank walked me through the process of twisting, tucking and folding the ends in on themselves until the bottom did in deed resemble a yellow rose bud. Holding it up to get a closer look I was really thrilled “Look at that, I did it”
“See it wasn’t so hard, do another one”
After braiding the second strand – without having to undo any of it - Frank once again talked me through the end process and as I held it up the words came out of my mouth before my brain could stop it. “That looks to pretty to cause pain”
Frank laughed “Well actually Miss Isabella, these have more decorative properties. They will produce a nice sting but don’t work so well for extended pain play.”
“Decorative, like to hang on the wall?”
Somehow I just couldn’t picture hanging a flogger – no matter how pretty it was on the living room wall.
“Yes you could do that but I was referring to a Domme carrying one for their beauty and feminine properties. Using it in a playful manner to get her sub’s attention, not for actual discipline”
That made sense
It was kind of like my threatening to whip Jake it wasn’t really going to happen but the warning was clear …that thought brought a new idea…”Frank How long will it take you to finish this one?”
He shrugged “Less than an hour”
Taking Edward’s card out of the place I had it tucked into – the waist band of my dress – and giving it to Frank “I want to buy it”
He looked at the card and me “I was wondering if you were Edward’s Isabella or not”
“Well now you know” Yes I was feeling brave, Frank cocked an eyebrow and grinned “So I do”
I stood the same time Frank did, he wrote something down on his clip board before handing me back the card “It will be behind the bar under Edward’s name. And Miss Isabella, it has been a pleasure to meet you”
“You too Frank, you’re not as scary as you look” at my word his eyes darkened “That is because you are not on the receiving end of my lash”
I swallowed hard “And thank god for that”
Frank threw his head back and rolled with laugher “Ah…Miss Isabella you are truly a gem. Thank you for the laugh and the package will be ready and waiting”
I thanked him and when I turned around I realized that Rose and Dougie had returned. “Where did you go?”
“Bathroom” Rose said while Dougie shrugged “Alice needed my help”
We stopped by the table that was demonstrating the joys of electro-eroticism, not something I was at all interested in but Dougie insisted that Rose and I try the Violet Wand. He placed it on the lowest setting and the greenish purple light was like a hum that sent a slight tingle through my arm. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, yet I wasn’t changing my mind either no matter how much Dougie assured me that ‘I didn’t know what I was missing.’
The largest area was Alex’s; his space consisted of three walls resembling a miniature art gallery. Photos of his work plastered both sides and showed every type of tattoo on every body part you could imagine. I wanted to say hello, however he was already talking with someone so I walked around the display with Rose and Dougie waiting until he was free. Emmett’s loud booming laugh alerted me to the fact that he had returned from meeting with Edward and Aro in the office.
“I know that ass” he announced loudly making me go into the next partition to see what he was talking about. My mouth dropped open at the photo; it was an eight-by-ten of me. The picture had been cropped to show in perfect detail every aspect of my tattoo, which also gave a really good view of my bare bottom.
There was no discernible identity to the woman and no one would have known it was me had Emmett kept his big mouth shut. However that wasn’t the case, just as I had heard his announcement so had a lot of other people and they all came to see.
“Girl…” Dougie crooned “…is that you?”
“Yesss…” the word hissed through my teeth
“Damn, you got a nice ass I’d have to do three hours of daily Pilates to have an ass like that. And look…”he leaned closer “…not one blemish”
His voice was louder than I would have liked but nothing compared to Emmett’s “You should see it in red underwear”
Oh my god – please ground swallow me up
Rose snickered while I turned to glare “if you don’t shut the hell up, I’m going to give you another black eye”
Dougie laughed “Isabella gave you that shiner Emmy”
Emmy?
The name making me laugh “Yeah Emmy”
His eyes narrowed “thought we had a deal about that? If want to call it off, we can make it open season”
The ramifications of his teasing and taunting me were just not worth the tradeoff. I realized that more people had come to see my butt in all its tattooed glory and I wanted to kill Alex. Thinking that it wasn’t such a good idea and remembering Edward had told me to let him handle things I decided to scour the crowd for him. If Emmett was done with the meeting than perhaps he was too.
Searching the room I spotted Edward standing in the wide archway that separated the two areas, talking with someone. I didn’t want to disturb him yet I didn’t want to stand there either with everyone doing a double take between the photo and my ass. There was indecision in my actions; on one hand I was to present myself whenever he came into the room. On the other the last time we were at the club Edward had pinned me with his stare, not allowing me to approach until he summoned me.
What to do? What to do?
My mind was made up when someone asked if they could see the real tattoo, glowering at the man – well as much as I could without actually looking at him – I excused myself blushing at the snide comment “it looks good walking away too”
Emmett made some kind of a grunt noise in his throat and there were no other comments made, so I guess in all fairness he had redeemed himself – almost.
Not knowing the man Edward was talking to, the last thing I wanted to do was interrupt their conversation so I stood quietly on his left in my presentation pose. With lowered eyes I kept my thighs pressed tightly together, arms relaxed at my sides with my chin and shoulders straight while patiently waiting to be acknowledged.
The longer I stood there the more aware I became of the ring around my clit and the throb in my nipples. Not wanting to shift my feet or make any discernible moves I settled for a rhythmic tightening of my internal muscles. The stimulation from the Keagles was causing arousal to spike in me as I felt wetness seep out making me squeeze harder from the small shiver that ran up my spine.
Holy shit!
“Isabella” Edward’s voice brought me back from where my body was headed. “Do you need something?”
“No Sir…” his words of relaxed protocol came to mind and I added “…your girl just missed you”
Apparently my breach of etiquette wasn’t too bad as he smiled while holding his hand out for me to step against his side. Leaning down he kissed the top of my head “That’s always a good thing nâhtötse”
He turned me so my back was against his chest before gently lifting my chin with his thumb “Do you remember meeting Demettri?”
The name was familiar and I was sure that we had met before, yet I couldn’t truly place him. Not wanting to embarrass Edward or seem rude I phased my answer carefully “Sir you must forgive Master’s girl, she knows we have met but she cannot place the circumstances”
Demettri smiled, seemingly satisfied with my answer “I’m not surprised Isabella, we had only met once several weeks ago and it was a brief moment. Would it jog your memory if I told you Felix was my brother?”
Staring at the man in front of me with his broad shoulders and angular face that held something familiar in his eyes I remembered him and the words poured from my mouth “You were the one who placed the bet against Master’s girl.”
“I was and that mistake cost me three thousand dollars. I was just trying to talk Edward into letting me get some of my money out of you in trade, but he’s not going for it” There was humor in his voice and I knew Edward would never do such a thing, still the lump caught in my throat.
Strong arms tighten around me “No sorry, this little cum slut is all mine”
Demettri seemed unphased by the reference while my face heated and for some reason the muscles in my stomach clenched together as my clit throbbed.
What the fuck was up with that?
My brain was trying to rationalize what I found arousing at Edward calling me ‘cum slut’ in front of someone – and it was arousing – when my insides practically jumped for joy at the vibration of the toys. The feeling so unexpectedly welcomed that for a split second I sagged against Edward until my balance returned. Once I was steady Edward let go of my waist allowing me to step away from him.
“So Isabella did you truly miss me, or was there another purpose for coming over?”
“She’s a woman Edward, which makes her naturally curious as to what you were talking about”
“Is that true Isabella?”
“No Sir, your slut…” Edward’s eyes raised in amusement at my choice of words “…came to present herself as required and…” stopping mid phrase in part because I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit to my loss of composure with Emmett and in part because I was losing the battle of wills with the of the toys buzzing away inside of me.
“And?”
Think quick Bella… think quick
“And she wanted to return your card before she lost it” without any hesitation my hand slipped into the opening between my breast to retrieve his card from the little pouch that formed at the waist.
“Ah… to be a membership card” Demettri murmured while Edward grinned “Did you buy something?”
“Yes Sir…” at his raised eyebrows I went on “This one bought a flogger”
“A what?” Edward questioned dubiously while Demettri chuckled in obvious humor. Scowling at him my attention went back to Edward as he asked “Why would you buy a flogger?”
“Because it was pretty”
Demettri laughed even harder “a pretty flogger”
“It is pretty…” I insisted harshly then reeled in my annoyance when Edward cleared his throat “…it has little yellow rose buds on the end and Frank let me help make it”
That got Demettri’s attention “Frank let you near his work station?”
It sounded like that was an astonishing feat or something “Yes he was very nice…”
He laughed again “Well Edward now I’ve heard everything, a pretty flogger and Frank Banner branded as nice. Isabella you are either the most naïve person I’ve ever met or you are more charming then I suspect.”
A tall woman with olive colored skin came to stand behind him; she was Rose’s brunet counterpart in both pose and beauty. “Gianna this is Master Edward’s Isabella”
She didn’t move but a smile spread across her face “good evening Master Edward” she said warmly while Edward nodded “Gianna you look lovely as ever”
“Thank you” as the words came out her attention went to me “It’s nice to meet you Isabella”
“It’s nice to meet you too”
“Well Edward we are going to head upstairs. Isabella always a pleasure and hopefully next time we met you’ll remember who I am”
“This one will try her best” at my words Demettri grinned took a step towards Edward and clapped him on the shoulder “You didn’t stand a chance my friend”
As they walked away Edward kissed the top of my head and Emmett’s voice rang out “There you are”
I sighed and before it even registered what I did the snap of Edward’s fingers brought dread to my soul. His out stretched arm pointed to the corner of the room while the word came out loud and clear “Now”
He could not be serious
A quick glance at his stern expression told me what I really didn’t want to know – Yes he was very serious.
All I could do was stare at him as the fury rolled over his face while his outstretched arm continued to point the way to my fate. My heart skipped a beat as the vibrations inside me ceased and my eyes lowered hoping that if I didn’t see it, then it wasn’t really happening.
“You can walk to that corner or I will drag you there, the choice is yours”
What kind of fucking choice was that?
Biting my lip I resolved in my mind, total surrender, walked sulkily to the corner, stood as I’d been instructed and started reciting “Making irritating noises such as sighing or grumbling is rude and juvenile. If Master’s submissive is going to behave like a moody child then he will treat her like one.”
It was humiliating and I was sure that every eye in the club was on me as I repeated the phrase that I was coming to hate the ten required times. When I was finished I stood there an extra moment staring at the blemish in the wall that had been my focal point, took a deep breath and turned around to see Edward standing with not only Emmett and Rose, but also Garrett. The humiliation I felt was worse on the walk over as I was sure that my discipline would be the brunt of the jokes.
Taking my place on Edward’s left side I didn’t have to wait at all to be acknowledged. He held his hand out, pulled me to his side and kissed my head. It was his silent acceptance that warmed me through and through. The contentment I felt was amplified as I realized there were no comments or snide remarks to be made. Garret said hello to me as if I had been there the whole time and even Emmett had nothing derogatory to say.
“We’re going up are you coming?”
Edward answered his brother ‘In a minute, I better say hi to Alice and I have to get something”
Once they left us alone Edward lifted my chin “I understand your hesitation, I’m just telling you I don’t like it and it will not be tolerated. It was your actions that facilitated the discipline, not mine. And hesitating will only force me to show my hand, can you see how that would draw more attention?”
“Yes Sir, your girl is sor…”
“Do Not Say That Word. I told you, I never want to hear that word come out of your mouth. Do you understand?”
That made no sense to me, what was I supposed to say? The answer would have to wait for another time as Edward was expecting a response. “Yes Sir’
Edward stoked the pad of his thumb across the lip I was biting to keep from saying anything else. He must have known that I had more on my mind as he prompted “Tell me”
“Master your girl realizes how her rude sighing displeases you, she would not appreciate someone doing that to her. It was wrong of her to hesitate in following your command and she thanks you for helping her to see that.”
His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head and stared at me like he was solving a difficult math problem. The back of his fingers stroked down my cheek as a smile formed on his face. Lifting my chin a little higher Edward kissed me. Pulling back he held my chin “That nâhtötse is a proper response”
Something clicked in my mind, his words from the other night ‘don’t tell me your sorry, show me’ Edward didn’t just want to hear me say sorry all the time, ‘talk is cheap’ that was what he said. He wanted me to verbally acknowledge my wrong doing and what my actions meant to both him and me. I wasn’t expected to be perfect yet by expressing the exact nature of my indiscretion it showed remorse and understanding.
“Come, we only a few minutes”
Edward led the way towards the back of the room where Alice was. She was in the middle of explaining about the Vintage Underwear thing to a man and woman. The man nodded his head and Alice handed the tape measurer from around her neck to Dougie “get her measurements”
He wasted no time in going to work while the man turned to us nodding his head in greetings “Edward, how was the vacation?”
“It was good Ben, nothing but sightseeing and lying on the beach”
“Those are usually the best kind”
“Of course they are, especially when you get to spend five days with me” Alice exclaimed making Edward chuckle as she added “right big brother?”
“Right Alice” Ben chuckled then wondered “I suppose your sub is taking part in this exhibition?”
“Yes she is” Alice said assuredly while Edward speculated “She is?”
I was?
Alice said she signed me up, but I hadn’t really agreed nor had I asked permission, besides I didn’t even know what I was signing up for.
Alice was positive “Yes She Is”
“What exactly is Isabella participating in?” the annoyance in his voice was subtle yet it was there, loud and clear, telling me that he wasn’t exactly pleased.
While Alice once again went through the details of what she and Riley were doing Edward gave me the hand signal to come closer. As I did he guided me to stand in front of him and I finally got the whole story of what Alice was signing people up for. She needed twenty-five participants to model the underwear that she and Riley had been working on. The models would wear the vintage style undies in a fashion show and then continue to wear them for the rest of the evening.
As they walked around people could get a better view of the garment all with the intention of buying it. The whole idea was centered around Christmas in July because with every purchase the proceeds would go to Toys for Tots. She ended the explanantion with “And well you know everybody gets new underwear for Christmas”
“And you signed up Isabella?”
Oh yeah the irritation was definitely there
Damn it Alice was going to get me in trouble
“No Sir…” the title not setting well with his sister – well she could kiss my tattooed ass – if she could walk around calling Jasper ‘daddy’, I could call my Master ‘sir’ “…Alice took it upon herself to do that”
“Oh…” one word held complete understanding “…well since you’re already signed up…”
What?
“…then I guess we’ll leave it…”
Was he serious?
“…it sounds like a fun night, right Isabella?”
He wanted me to parade around in underwear all night?
My eyes caught sight of the pictures on the table, they weren’t really all that revealing the worst being the corsets and frilly lace panties and even those showed less skin then a modern bathing suit. Still - a fashion show? All I could conjure up in my mind was project runway, a long catwalk with lights and music and crowds of people sitting on either side, surely that couldn’t be what it entailed. After all there was no runway here at the club.
The word I was beginning to wish I’s never heard of came to mind – accession – even as that thought crept in I realized it came with a bad attitude. Pushing back my own fears and insecurities I let my surrender to my Master wash over me and in that I found serenity.
“Yes Master” I watched Alice roll her eyes and didn’t care one little bit.
Dougie was finished with the girl and she stood quietly next to her Master with a timid shyness that made me look brave. She was my height with a more athletic built, kind of square with small breast and a pointed chin. “Tia, say hello”
Her silver grey eyes – which I was sure came from contacts - met mine “Hello my name is Tia, I am Master Ben’s slut”
Her face turned red at the word yet there seemed to be a satisfaction she gained from the declaration.
Not sure how to introduce myself and certain it wouldn’t be as master’s slut I simply said “Hello Tia, this girl is Isabella”
Edward tilted my chin “and this is Ben”
In his late twenties Ben wasn’t as tall as Edward or as broad yet his eyes held the same deep gaze as any other Dominant male “Sir, it’s nice to meet you”
The warm smile didn’t diminish his poise “Isabella, I must admit I’ve heard a lot about you, so it’s nice to put a face with words”
I wasn’t sure if that was good thing or not, Edward on the other hand must have took it as a compliment as he chuckled “Maybe one day we can get together and you can find out if all the stories are true”
“One can only hope Edward” Ben took Tia’s hand “Well if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to head upstairs to see if we can purchase something a little more…livelier”
“Good luck” Edward said with a chuckle and I guessed that the ‘flea market’ continued upstairs.
As they walked away Edward looked at his watch, told his sister we had to leave and he’d see her tomorrow. She hugged me “Don’t worry about the fashion show; you’re going to be dazzling.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I caught myself, swallowed and let it out easily through my nose jumping from feel of his warm breath against my ear “Nice save”
Damn he misses nothing.
Edward stopped a group of tables in the middle of the room that I had not gotten to, a woman handed him a small brown paper bag and I have to admit my curiosity was peaked. Giving me the hand signal to turn around I heard the rustling of paper, the feel of his hands coming over my shoulders and then something closing in around my neck. Brushing the long ends of my hair away Edward buckled the collar so it fit snuggly.
“I think you have spent enough time away from me for the night” he said as he attached the leash with an ominous click.
I had the leash on before, in the privacy of our room at Abigail’s in Victoria, at that time I didn’t mind it all. Standing in a room full of people I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Then again Edward wasn’t giving me a choice as he started walking towards the stairs and sent a jolt of pleasure through me as the toys once again came to life inside me.
Expecting to see more tables set up for market Night I was surprised that the main room was the same as it always was. Tables scattered around, chairs haphazardly arranged in small seating areas. People wondering about in various stages of dress or rather undress. Many submissive’s were kneeling on the floor with leashes attached to collars. Some were being used as footstools, licking their Dom’s shoes, or getting spanked. There didn’t seem to be anything unusual other than the ceiling lights were slightly brighter and there seemed to be an excitement in the air. Then again maybe that was just me, because the vibrating had changed to a pulsing rhythm and with each step the toys sent shock waves through me.
Edward led us through the room stopping only to speak with one person momentarily “Edward you’re not MC’ing the festivities?”
“No Charles, I’m afraid my hands are already full…” Edward showed him the grip on the leash “…I handed the job over to Felix leaving me free to concentrate on my own slut”
My face heated as the muscles in my stomach tightened, if we didn’t get somewhere soon Charles was going to find out exactly what kind of slut I was.
A cum slut
I was not introduced to the man nor the three others – two women and a man – that surrounded him. And I didn’t lift my eyes in his direction as I was lead towards our destination. Edward placed me with my back against the wall while he blocked my view by standing in front of me. He was so close that I could heat from his body, smell his scent and feel the movement of muscles in his back as he took air into his lungs.
Sandwiched between the wall and his back Edward lifted his left shoulder up and down effectively using the firmness of his scapula to rub against my tender nipple. My breathing picked up to a panting sound as my eyes fluttered open to see who was around me. On my right, two couples stood about three feet away laughing and talking freely. Much closer on the left, a male sub knelt between his Master’s legs stroking his Dom’s dick through the tight leather pants. As I watched his hand move steadily across the already swollen erection the heat of arousal boiled inside me and a small moan escaped.
Edward pressed me firmer against the wall pinning my head in a position that kept my gaze on the scene taking place just a foot or two away. The toys inside me began to ‘zing’ and with each increasing pulse my muscles squeezed around them. I became aware of the fact that my breathing was mimicking the pulses racing through me and I just didn’t care. My eyes were glued on the subs hand as I squeezed my muscles together so tightly my legs started shaking. The pressure was so intense and I was trying with everything I had to hold it in.
The sub looked into my eyes, leaned over and ran his tongue in a long sweep against the bulge in his Master’s pants. It was so carnal and raw that I lost the fight, pushing against the sounds that threatened to erupt as my body shook in glorious pleasure. The harder I fought to be quiet the longer the sensations seemed to last until I just couldn’t take it any longer and I shuttered out a whimpering breath.
Edward pressed me firmer against the wall, holding me up with the force of his body while all I could do was close my eyes and ride out the orgasm. As I started to come down the words of thanks left my mouth without so much as a thought. “Thank you Master, thank you”
My eyes fluttered open to see that the sub’s attention was no longer on his Master. Instead the Dom held him forcefully by the back of the neck while he stared at me. With chagrin I realized that these two men, strangers had just watched me orgasm. Instead of being completely mortified by that fact I was instead shocked by the round of desire that ran through me.
Holy Shit! I really was a cum slut
