She had planned this for a while. My birthdays are always special, but she wanted to make this one really a day to remember and, oh my, she certainly did. Shivering with excitement, I dashed to her, jumped in her lap, straddling her, and wrapped my arms around her neck.
“A club, love? In Berlin? You and me?"
“Yes, my dear! Got it all mapped out. Plane tickets, accommodation, reservation, entrance and, of course, outfits." She was smirking and brushing my hair gently.
“Aww! Mistress! You are spoiling your slut!" I said cheekily.
“Shush, now love!" she answered, blushing and gave me a soft playful spank on my ass.
It was a dream come true. There were no fetish clubs where we lived and a trip to Berlin to a fancy fetish club was a significant financial effort leap for us. As time passed and the day drew closer, I became more and mor excited and impatient. It was all I could think about. To torture me, Mistress refused to show me the outfits that she had prepared and to tell me any details about the place we were going, in spite my constant pleading and begging. “You will love it Rammy, trust me!" she kept saying.
In barely slept the night before my birthday. Our flight was uneventful and we landed safely in Berlin, then checked in to the hotel. We had a couple of hours to chill and freshen up before the evening, which were, used to have a quick dinner and, of course, prepare and dress up. My Mistress had outdone herself. She was wearing a long sleeved opaque black laced top, a long double slit dark red skirt, black fine fishnets and a pair of gorgeous studded cone heels. My “outfit” was nothing of the sort. The shortest pleated skirt, barely covering my ass, a simple cropped tank top, made of the thinnest fabric, leaving nothing to imagination and a pair of cheap 8 cm high heel sandals. Add to that a skin-colored minuscule G-string and that was it.
“I would rather have had you naked, but no nudity accepted in the club." said Mistress, grinning mischievously. “Now go and make yourself pretty, my dear!" I knew very well what that meant. Glossy red lipstick, evening make-up and a generous quantity of my usual cheap perfume that cried out “whore” a mile away. All of a sudden, my excitement and expectation had turned into an uneasy nervousness. That was definitely not what I expected this evening to look like. Though, what did I expect?
When the time came to leave, Mistress, sitting casually on the sofa, had the hotel receptionist call a taxi and beckoned me to her. She silently pointed to the floor, glancing at me, clearly enjoying my puzzled look. I lowered myself down on my knees in front of her and, to my utter dismay, she took my leather collar out, fastened it around my neck and clipped a leash to it. Then, she swiftly stood up and tugged on the leash.
“Come along now, dear. We don’t want to keep our taxi waiting, now do we?”.
My mind started racing. It was rather chill outside, but that was secondary now. Was I supposed to walk through the hotel lobby dressed like this? Leashed? And then the taxi? I must have hesitated for a brief moment. Mistress raised an eyebrow and looked down at me.
“What’s the matter dear? Having second thoughts?"
“Mistress, I … are you … am I … " I was stuttering and struggling to find the words, shaking like a leaf, not knowing what to think about all this. I had never exposed myself like this in public. In fact, my Mistress and I behaved just two normal girls outside our sessions and nobody seeing us would have suspected anything about our kink. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to leash me around dressed like this? While I was biting my lips, she was looking at me, grinning, basking in my utter distress and humiliation. After what seemed an eternity, she suddenly burst into a warm laughter and hugged me tightly.
“Aww, cheer up, you silly goose! I’m just teasing you. Of course you’re not going to walk out like that! These are only for the club. Until we arrive there, we have those." She pointed at two long trench coats on the wall hanger. I breathed out a loud sigh of relief and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her back as my face turned a bright red.
“I .. am sorry, love! Hmpf … silly goose indeed”
Giggling, she let go of my leash and put on one of the coats. I did the same and we both departed, holding hands like two love birds going out on a date on a lovely early spring night. After a short taxi ride, we arrived at our destination. The bouncer at the door checked our reservations and let us in, directing us to the cloakroom. We took off our coats, Mistress grabbed my leash and dragged me inside the club.
Trembling, I put my hands behind my back, grabbing my wrists and followed her, with my eyes lowered, staring at the floor. Hah! Who am I kidding? My eyes were circling around wildly, as I was trying to take everything in, that amazing place making such a lasting impression on me! Leather clad men crawling on all fours after their masters or mistresses. Subs in catsuits wiggling their butts to make their tails wag. A goth mistress with two subs following her, holding the train of her dress. Latex and leather were everywhere and at that moment I felt so underdressed, yet so special! I felt like all eyes were on me, looking at me condescendingly, some even with mild pity. The club had two floors. The ground floor was comprised of a huge dancefloor with a DJ booth and the bar. The upper floor was more like a balcony all around the ground floor, with tables that were rather secluded, yet not within enclosed spaces. That’s where my Mistress led me to and an attendant showed us to our table in a dimly lit space, to the side of the walking lane. Mistress sat cross-legged on a sofa and I knelt on a small cushion next to her. She ordered some cocktails to start the evening.
As we were chatting casually, time passed like in a dream and I became more and more relaxed. People were passing by, hardly noticing us, until one lone mistress stopped right in front of our table. She nodded politely and greeted my Mistress, without acknowledging my existence in any way. The loud music prevented me from hearing what they were talking but, it seems my Mistress invited her to join us. She took a seat on one of the chairs at our table and engaged in conversation with Mistress. From time to time, she turned her head and looked at me, grinning, nodding appreciatively, a sign that the subject of their conversation was probably me.
After a while, Mistress beckoned me to lean onto her and spoke softly in my ear: “Go fetch us a bottle of champagne from the bar, dear, will you? It is your birthday, after all!" I looked up at her, a bit puzzled, not really understanding why she wanted me to do that, while she had been ordering drinks from the waitresses thus far, but she was already engaged back in conversation with our guest, so, there was nothing else for me to do, other than comply. Walking through the entire club, across the dancefloor, I understood when I finally reached the bar. I was not the only sub fetching drinks for their masters and mistresses. Upon placing our orders, all of us were fitted with serving trays attached with chains to our collars and fastened to our torso. An attendant cuffed our hands behind our back with a simple zip tie, placed the drinks on our trays and sent us on our way with a slap on our butts. The walk back was a challenge. With my hands tied behind my back, I was struggling to balance the champagne bottle, the glasses and the ice bucket on my tray as I walked across the dancefloor, then up the stairs and finally reached our table. Slowly, very slowly I lowered myself on my knees. If I expected to have my hands untied, I was mistaken. Mistress took the bottle, the glasses and the ice bucket off my tray without a word and poured herself two glasses. The third remained empty. With a grin, she raised her glass, as did the other mistress.
“Happy birthday slut! Now be a good girl and get down for us, will you? Let our guest feel that tongue of yours on her feet and stick your ass up, presenting it to your Mistress."
I literally froze. My eyes widened as I looked at my Mistress, then at our guest, then back at Mistress. Never before had I done anything like this in public. Never before had I engaged in any type of play with a stranger and Mistress knew that all too well because neither had she. She was smiling at me calmly, reassuringly and nodded encouragingly, then leaned over and caressed my face. She briefly pressed her lips to mine in a short, wet kiss, then leaned back and pointed to the floor.
All my tension, my hesitation, my worries melted away in that very moment, making way for that familiar feeling of excitement, surrender and humiliation. I waddled on my knees to the space between Mistress and our guest, leaned over and widened my eyes when I saw she had taken already taken off her boots. She was wearing a pair of shiny latex footless leggings. I pressed my lips to her naked feet and inhaled the mesmerizing scent a couple of times, then started working methodically, grazing her skin with the tip of my tongue. Not a minute passed when I felt something pressing between my ass cheeks and I realized in horror that it was the studded heel of my Mistress pushing my G-string to the side and pressing against my asshole. I gasped and clenched my ass, twitching. I had an almost irresistible urge to move away, but I knew better. I took a deep breath and relaxed my ass muscles, squeezing my eyes, while I kept working my tongue on the feet in front of me. A wet soothing feeling told me she had used a generous amount of lube and was now spreading it all over my sphincter. Trembling all over my body, the zip tie cutting into my wrists I was struggling to keep still as the heel entered my ass, the pointy studs shredding my skin. My moans were covered by the background noise and I made no effort to muffle them. Deeper into my rectum she pushed her heel, my sensitive insides torn by those spikes, and, even if the pain was not the most intense I had experienced, coupled with the awkward feeling and the fear of more significant damage, it was enough to send my head into a spin.
Suddenly, I felt cold metal touch my wrists. The zip tie snapped and my hands were freed. Our guest leaned over to me and I heard herd her cold commanding cold voice:
“Finger yourself to orgasm, little whore! Your mistress will keep fucking your ass until you cum, so you better cum quickly if you want to avoid some nasty shredding there." With a wicked laughter, she pressed my head to her foot, pushing first two toes inside my mouth. My memory after that is kind of blurry and foggy. I remember my hand instantly wandering to my pussy. Easily pushing my G-string to the side, I stuck two fingers inside my hole, scooped some of my juices and spread them all along my slit and my clit, then I started rubbing and fingering myself frantically. My Mistress seemed content because she was fucking my ass gently with that spiked heel of hers. Oh, I knew very well how it felt when she was angry! Yet those studs kept shredding my asshole and my insides and made it difficult for me to focus on bringing myself to orgasm. I must have done a good job on our guest’s toes though because at some point I remember her leaning over again and pouring some champagne on her foot, sneering.
“Have some champagne, whore! It is almost mandatory on your birthday!"
I remember the taste of that champagne in my mouth, I remember my tongue licking it eagerly off her foot, working between her toes, while trying desperately to calm down my grinding hips to avoid any sudden movements of my ass. I don’t remember how I came. I only remember myself leaning back onto Mistress, between her thighs as she grabbed my hair and gave me what must have been the most passionate kiss ever. With my eyes closed, my eyes wet, I just hugged her thighs, pressing them to the sides of my body while our tongues wiggled softly against each other for what seemed to be an eternity.
When I opened my eyes, our guest was gone. Mistress was smiling. She unclipped the leash from my collar, took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the dance floor. We danced like there was no tomorrow. Oh, I love dancing and Mistress was an expert dancer! Spinning and twirling, rubbing our sweaty bodies to each other in a frenzy of lust and bliss, we kept going, only taking short breaks for champagne.
I don’t remember how we got back to our hotel, but, when we finally collapsed onto our bed, we looked at each other and we both burst into laughter.
“Happy birthday, Rammy!"
“Thank you, my love! This was my best birthday ever!"
Clenching my ass, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto me, hugging her tightly for a brief moment, before I started tearing off her clothes…