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“Yes! She gifted me this dress to wear tonight.”
“Really…”
“I mean, she didn’t call it a gift, but she insisted she picked it out for me and wanted us to match tonight. She didn’t get anything for Missy or Amalie to wear. Just me…”
“Sounds like she does think you’re special.”
“I can only hope… so, what’s that?”
“What?” Mitch held up the pair of black underwear in her hand. “Never seen pleasure panties before? Thought you’d been around the block.”
Thalia scoffed. “Of course I have! So, is that your secret weapon?”
“Hardly.” Mitch pulled off her regular underwear and dropped it into the bag. While Thalia watched, she pulled up the new pair that were almost indistinguishable – aside from the small bulge right in the crotch.
Mitch opened an app on her phone to ensure the connection was working inside the underground club. She barely jerked upright when her underwear vibrated right between her legs.
“Sometimes you’re not meant to see the sauce being made,” Thalia bemoaned as Mitch finished her preparations. “You’re making me see everything that goes behind a good show.”
Mitch collected her coat. “Don’t worry. I enjoy every minute of it.”
Thalia followed her back out into the main room, where everyone who noticed Mitch’s arrival turned their heads. Freida let out a low whistle. Irene’s interest was more than piqued. The other women were either too distracted by their separate conversations or the kind to not show how impressed they were by Mitch’s fetish look.
“What do we do with a kitty without her Mistress around,” Irene chided as Mitch stepped into the circle. “Does Vanessa know you’re parading around in nipple clamps and a negligee?”
Thalia took over serving drinks so Stella could go on break. Mitch almost ordered herself another white rum and Sprite, but she was in a scene. Only her Mistress could bequeath a drink.
“She’s standing among all us wolves,” one of the other guests said, amused. “How delightful. She must know what could happen.”
Maybe it was the nipple clamps adding to the sensation, but Mitch swore that insinuation aroused her more than usual. Yet the reminder that this was not a normal night of entertainment – including her own – arrived with Candace and Vanessa from the back office.
Candace went straight to her seat. Vanessa took her bag from Mitch and pulled out the leash that soon snapped into place in its ring.
“You think a leash can stop us?” Irene teased. “We know a sweet slut when we see one.”
Vanessa pressed the spot in Mitch’s back that signaled for her to get down on her knees. “Show some patience,” Vanessa implored while Mitch made herself comfortable on the hard floor. “You’ll get your turn.”
“Is this one of your presents?” asked a guest who had been silent for most of the night. “You really shouldn’t have.”
Candace knew that was directed at her. “Far be it from me to deny my old friends and new what they enjoy most.” She brought a fresh drink from Thalia to her lips. “A good show.”
Mitch briefly met Candace’s gaze before the woman looked away again. The friends were the only ones getting a show that night. Mitch would see to it.
They had done some variation of this routine enough times that Mitch didn’t have to be told what to do or signaled when the real fun began. Most of that was done with silent cues, anyway, like Vanessa withdrawing a piece of chocolate from her bag. As she delicately unwrapped it, she said, “I thought you all would enjoy one of our favorite party games tonight. You know, to get in the festive, end-of-the-year spirit.”
She bent over and presented the chocolate before Mitch’s mouth. Without missing a beat, Mitch snatched it between her teeth and held it beneath her tongue. She allowed her sight to fall on all of the women sitting before her. The ones behind her would have to settle for a good view of her backside.
“It’s called Pass or Pleasure.” Vanessa pulled the leash taut. Mitch had been on the verge of swallowing the small piece of chocolate, but the sudden movement of her neck brought her chin up. Melted chocolate exploded against her tongue. Between the decadent sweetness cascading toward the back of her throat and the stinging ring of the nipple clamps, Mitch was already about to knock herself out from the moment. “Maybe some of you have heard of it?”
If anyone did, they weren’t saying.
“It’s a completely interactive game, by the way.” This time, Vanessa didn’t pull out more chocolate. Instead, it was the porcelain tiles in their silk pouch. “My precious pet will present you with one random tile.” She passed the pouch down to Mitch, who snatched it with more force than intended.I’m… overwhelmed.It would probably take her another minute before she adjusted to every sensation rattling her body. With so much riding on this performance? Even the Summit was cake compared to this. “On it is the one thing you’re allowed to do to – or with – her. It might be as tame as pinching one of her nipples, or as exciting as sticking your finger wherever you please.” She paused for effect. “Wherever.The tile decides.”
The crowd laughed in at least fettered enjoyment. What they didn’t know was that Vanessa had meticulously gone through the tiles earlier and removed anything that she did not want Mitch to do that night.Nobody gets to finger me. Darn.Mitch knew that was for the best, considering the situation, but she had joked to her Mistress that she should leavesomethinggood in there since she was asking Mitch to be in the scene with almost no payoff for her. She may not be riding anyone’s lap that night, but did a girl have to be taunted and teased to frustrating purgatory? Even Mitch didn’t deserve that at her brattiest.
“Of course, you could pass, but that takes you out of the game. You either participate with whatever the tile tells you, or you don’t get anything, not even a kiss from my lovely pet. Now, the true spirit of the game says that whoever is the last person standing is crowned the Queen of Pleasure, and if I like you, you get to spend the night with my treasure. After all, you’re probably already halfway to fucking her.”
She yanked on the leash when she said that. Mitch lurched backward, her nipple clamp chains rattling and her gasp as sweet and feminine as she practiced. Audienceslovedthat, and this one turned out to be no different.
