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“Thank you,” Susanna said. “We’ve found submissives appreciate them a great deal as another safety feature. You will return them at the end of the evening when you retrieve the valet-parking ticket. Once inside, if you have any questions or experience any problems, please do not hesitate to contact any of the staff. There are monitors stationed throughout the club. You will be able to distinguish them by the red bands they wear around their upper arms. Again, welcome to Tastsinn. I hope you have a wonderful evening.”
They thanked her and began to move away from the desk. Elizabeth turned back.
“Excuse me,” she said, and Susanna nodded. “What does Tastsinn mean? I’ve never heard of the word before.”
“It comes from the German word,sinn, which means sensation. Tastsinn means ‘sense of touch’.”
Elizabeth returned the woman’s smile and thought the word was both very appropriate and sexy. She also felt it was just a little bit naughty. After all, what else could she think when “sin” was in the name of the club?
The interior of the club was every bit as inviting as the reception area. The space was wide and open. The front of the club offered several small seating areas, with groupings of chairs and sofas arranged in such a way as to invite either intimate conversation between two or accommodate groups of friends. There was a very large bar in the center. It was circular, with comfortable barstools all around the perimeter. Dozens of varieties of alcohol lined the shelves behind the counter. Crystal wine glasses hung from racks, prisms of vibrant colors from the bottles’ contents reflected in their surfaces. The hues of the offerings served as a unique art piece. There were three men and two women working to produce drinks for customers; each of them had the red band around their arms. Elizabeth noted the men wore black t-shirts that molded to very broad chests, while the women wore tight black corsets tied with scarlet laces.
Jason grinned when Nancy and Elizabeth, drew to a stop, standing silent as if mesmerized, their attention captured by the activity going on around them. Neither appeared aware of the tableau they made. Nancy was several inches taller than Elizabeth. She had wavy blonde hair that was cut short and framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were blue, her skin tanned and sprinkled with small freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was lean and had the look of an athlete, though she never purposely exercised if she could avoid it. Her face was bright as she took in the delicious vibes of the club. She reminded him of a little girl with money in her pocket, standing in a candy store, unable to choose which treat to indulge in first.
She wore a dress of shimmering light blue. It had thin spaghetti straps, and her small breasts were free of any bra. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric. The dress clung to her hips, accentuating the soft, rounded curves of her bottom. The dress fit her so perfectly that it was obvious she was either wearing a thong or was bare beneath the fabric. Her entire countenance shouted sexy, fun and ready.
Elizabeth exuded a totally different sort of beauty. She was petite, standing a little over five feet when not wearing heels. Though short in the height department, she had the sort of body that men drooled over. Her skin was pale, and her hair was the color of India ink. She usually wore it pinned back or up on top of her head. Tonight, she wore it in an intricate waterfall braid that held her hair away from her face yet looked so soft and inviting you wanted to reach out and caress the strands. While she rarely allowed it to fall free, he knew that when she did, it would softly caress the very small of her back. Her eyes were green and indeed seemed like windows to her soul. She wore a white, peasant-style top that was sheer enough to make her lacy, barely-there bra visible, if she hadn’t kept the shawl wrapped around her. Her blouse was tucked into a pink skirt that flared out around her hips. The skirt wasn’t as short as Nancy’s dress, its hem hitting a few inches above Elizabeth’s knees. She wore stockings and heels that added four inches to her height.
Jason knew that while Elizabeth might believe she looked far more conservative than her friend, her porcelain beauty and her small stature made men not only desperate to discover what lay underneath the clothing but to offer their protection as well. Nancy looked look like a sleek water animal, ready to jump into the pool to play. Elizabeth’s body seemed to be strumming and posed, like a great jungle cat waiting to be tamed.
He was aware that several men were already noticing their arrival. No one would approach until they were sure what role he played in their lives. They’d be wondering if he was one of their Doms, or was he simply a lucky bastard who had two beautiful women under his care? As potential partners continued to watch the women, Jason saw one man standing apart from the crowd, filling the doorway leading to a hall beyond. As if aware of eyes on him, the man met Jason’s gaze, giving him a silent nod.
Jason returned the nod before suggesting they start their night with a celebratory drink and led the women to the bar.
Elizabeth thanked him as she accepted a glass. Jason had to call Nancy’s name twice before she seemed to remember they were making a toast. He grinned at the hungry look in his fiancée’s eyes and knew that, for once, she wasn’t thinking about food.
“To you both,” Jason said, lifting his glass.
“Thank you,” they chorused and the three gently tapped their glasses against each other’s.
“Elizabeth, I know you are thinking you are going to just hang out here and watch the world go by,” Nancy said, nodding at the bar. “But I want you to have a good time. I mean it.”
“Nancy, I am a big girl. I not only can take care of myself, I promise not to just sit here all night. I fully intend to check out the club. It seems like a wonderfully appointed place, and I do want to look around,” Elizabeth said.
Nancy rolled her eyes. “Looking around to check out the design is not what I meant, and you know it. This is a great club, little subbie, and you promised. You are a young, beautiful submissive woman, so stop trying to hide behind coats and shawls.”
Before Elizabeth could react, Nancy pulled the concealing shawl from her hold and asked the bartender to keep it safe for her friend. She turned back to Elizabeth and smiled triumphantly.
“Much better,” Nancy said. “Now I expect you to mingle—with other people—not just be a gorgeous, sexy wallflower.” She turned and looked at Jason, as if waiting for him to agree with her.
He smiled but shook his head. “Nance, Liz is right. She is a big girl, and it is her decision as to what she chooses to do or not to do,” he said, and bent to kiss Elizabeth’s cheek. “We’ll be around, honey. We won’t stay too late.” Nancy started to protest when he spoke again. “As of this moment, young lady, you are to assume the proper attitude, as well as the proper submissive mode. Am I clear?”
Nancy’s entire body seemed to soften, and her gaze dropped to the floor. “Yes, Sir,” she said, clearly but quietly.
It always was fascinating to watch the transformation. He was lucky to have this strong, professional woman in his life. As a Dom, he knew that, though many women yearned to experience submission, only those who truly had both women residing in their hearts and souls could successfully make the transformation.
Jason turned back to Elizabeth. “I do agree about mingling and the fact that you should not deny your beauty. I do not expect to see that shawl again until we are ready to leave. Understood?”
Despite the fact that he had no real authority over her, Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she said.
Jason nodded and kissed her cheek again. “Good girl,” he said. “Have fun.”
Elizabeth watched as Jason and Nancy walked away, knowing they would soon find a place to continue exploring their connection.
She, on the other hand, was perfectly content to watch quietly. This was a new club, and she was not familiar with most of the people she observed. There were people in all states of dress. She saw a woman being led by a short chain attached to a belt around her waist, totally naked except for a very small pair of panties. Women wearing micro-minis with corsets were abundant; women in sexy lingerie or barely-there nightgowns were also plentiful. Elizabeth appreciated the fact that whatever various and widely-different attire was worn, the people in the club served as living art. She turned to the bar to order another glass of wine.
“I agree with your friends,” the bartender said, placing a glass on a coaster and sliding it in front of her. “Though I certainly enjoy the view, you are far too gorgeous to hide at the bar.”
She smiled and began to relax. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, and he grinned.
