"It is serious," Tyler replied. "There's always the opportunity to abuse subs in your care, beyond what they are willing to accept, when they are tied up. It can be very dangerous to play this game with people you don't know. The rules are put in place to protect those that choose to play the game."

"The first night," Krista said, "when we met, I was just lucky then?"

"Actually no," Tyler said, grinning again. "It's pretty easy to figure out who's new to the scene and the veterans among us try to work with the new ones to be sure that they don't get more than they bargained for. I saw you walk in the door and knew that I would have you if you were willing. You were so new, standing in the middle of the room staring at everything. It was kind of cute."

Krista rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said. "Hey, how do you feel about not going to dinner tonight? We can just pick up something to go and bring it back to your house."

"Sure," Tyler said, "but why?"

"I know you were planning to take me to that new French restaurant everyone has been raving about, but I'm not really the fancy restaurant kind of girl," Krista said. "An Olive Garden or TGI Fridays is about all I need. Plus I kind of want to try on all this stuff and just walk around in it before I have to go walk around in it at the club.

"Be still my heart," Tyler said in a fake thespian voice. "A woman who doesn't want to go to the most expensive restaurant in town."

"Who needs an expensive dinner," Krista replied with a wink. "You just bought me enough jewelry for the first two years of our relationship. I mean this is solid silver. It had to cost a fortune."

"It will be worth it," Tyler said, "to see you in it and know you're mine.

Chapter 17.

Krista walked into the club's VIP section feeling apprehensive and excited. Underneath the trench coat she was wearing, she was practically naked, adorned with exotic bondage jewelry and the translucent cloak that would accomplish nothing except maybe keep her from freezing. When she had looked in the mirror, she'd been astounded at the figure staring back at her. It didn't seem possible that it was her. For the first time ever, she truly believed that she looked amazing.

Taking a deep breath, Krista surveyed the club. It was just after ten and the club was surprisingly busy. She figured the people who came to this type of place must start their fun a bit earlier. Tyler was standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder for support.

"Take off the coat, Krista," Tyler said, thinking that it might help if told her to do it.

"Yes Master," she replied. She was really going to do this. Deep down, she admitted, if only to herself, that she kind of wanted to. This was the first time she hadn't been self conscious about her body. Of course there was a difference between not being self conscious and being flat out scared.

Krista's hands began to shake as she reached up to slowly untie the belt. The belt fell to hang limply at her sides and the jacket parted down the middle. Determined to do this, Krista pulled the front of the jacket open and pushed it off her shoulders. She let it fall into Tyler's waiting hands, exposing the outfit, or rather lack of outfit.

"Good girl, pet." Tyler said. He raised Krista's arms, lifting her to her tip toes and attached one of the ceiling's chains to her bracelets, locking it with a small key. "I'm going to check the coat. People will want a closer look. They know the rules and will follow them. They also know your safe word. Don't be afraid."

As Tyler walked away, Krista tried to concentrate on her breathing for a few minutes, without success.

"It's just a room full of people," she said to herself finally. "No big deal. I can handle this."

"I don't know if giving yourself a pep talk will help," a blond haired woman around her age said as she walked towards Krista.

Krista looked at her, wondering what she wanted. She was slender and elegant although her attire was not. A black corset, constricted her waist, and lifted her creamy breasts. Custom made black leather pants stretched around what Krista thought most men would consider to be a nice ass. The woman's only accessory, a riding crop, hung from a strap around her wrist.

She walked around Krista, admiring her from every angle, before stopping to stand in front of her. Krista found her breathing had gotten out of control again and didn't understand why. She had no interest in women, but somehow or another, this woman was getting to her.

"You are exquisite," the woman said, lifting the riding crop. She placed it against Krista's face and dragged it slowly down, stopping when it reached the opening above Krista's breast. With her arms raised, the cloak hung open, bunching around Krista's shoulders.

Slipping under the edge, the woman pushed the cloak off one shoulder, exposing Krista's naked form beneath. Krista didn't know why she was letting this continue. Maybe because Tyler had said to let people admire her. Maybe because this woman was in control. For whatever reason, she couldn't stop it. She took a deep, ragged breath, feeling it catch in her throat as she exhaled.

"Your name?" the woman asked, drawing the riding crop back down Krista's chest to snag on the chain attached to her breasts.

A small moan escaped from Krista's mouth at the contact.

"Krista," she answered, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting down on it to hide its trembling.

"Lovely," the woman said. She stepped closer putting her mouth against Krista's ear and licked the lobe, drawing it slowly into her mouth.

Krista's pussy clenched and she could feel the wetness gathering between her legs.

"I think you should stop," Krista said, softly.

"Why?" the woman asked, letting Krista's earlobe slip out of her mouth, but not moving away. "You are enjoying it."

"Yes," Krista responded. "But I already have a Master."

"Oh, I'm quite sure that you do," the woman said, laughing. "Perhaps your Master didn't explain this part of the game to you."

"What game?" Krista asked.

"Why do you think your Master left you here?" the woman whispered. "In the middle of all these people, adorned as you are?

"So he could check my coat?" Krista asked.

"My, my," the woman said, sliding her cheek across Krista's face, before moving away slightly. "You are new."

"What do you mean?" Krista asked, unable to focus on anything other than the woman's lips as they came into view.

"Masters display new subs here," the woman said, coming closer, "to find others who are willing to assist in the sub's training."

"And you want to do that?" Krista asked, leaning her face towards the woman, waiting breathlessly for their lips to connect.

"Oh yes," the woman said, closing the distance.

Krista was unprepared for the sweetness of the woman's kiss. Her lips were impossibly soft and her tongue darted between Krista's lips, licking the edges and drawing a moan from deep in her throat. Krista opened her mouth, giving the woman access to explore. With a jerk, the woman pulled sharply on the clamps. Pain shot through Krista's nipples, forcing her cry out against the woman's mouth.

Krista's pussy throbbed when the pain transformed into pleasure, heat traveling between her legs. The woman dragged her hand down the front of Krista's body towards the waiting wetness below. Not daring to breathe, Krista waited for the woman to touch her, but the touch never came. The woman's hand stopped, just below Krista's navel, stroking the soft hairs there.

"Please," Krista murmured against the woman's mouth. To feel her hand so close, but not touching was torture.

"Please what, kitten?" the woman asked.

"Don't stop." Krista pleaded.

"Sorry kitten," the woman said pulling away. "It's against the rules for me to make you come unless your Master gives permission. Don't worry though. We'll have a chance to play again later."

The woman walked away, leaving Krista aroused and confused. She didn't even like girls and didn't understand what had just happened.

Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get a chance to think about it because her next admirer was advancing. A man this time, in his forty's, well built and athletic.

"I was wondering if you would respond to Miranda," the man said, smiling. "Your Master said you don't care for women."

"That's her name?" Krista asked. "Miranda?"

"It is," the man said. "Although I doubt you will ever get to use it. You will undoubtedly address her as Mistress."

"And you?" Krista asked. "How shall I address you?"

"You won't have much of a chance to address me at all," the man said. "I'm quite busy with my own sub."

"Then what are you doing here?" Krista asked.

"Teaching my sub a lesson," the man answered.

The man snapped his fingers and a young girl in her early twenties crawled forward on her hands and knees. She wore nothing but a collar locked around her neck.

"Do you see this sub, slave?" the man asked.

"Yes Sir," the girl replied.

"Kiss her," the man said.

"I don't like girls, Sir," the girl said.

The man grabbed the slave girl by the back of her head. "You are my slave," the man said. "You like what I tell you."

"Yes Sir," the girl replied, rising to her feet. "Sorry Sir."

"Forget the kiss," he said. "I want you to suck her nipple into your mouth and use your teeth to manipulate the clamp. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she replied.

The slave girl leaned forward and closed her mouth around Krista's nipple, sucking it into her mouth as she bit down on the clamp. Krista sucked a breath into her mouth and leaned her head back as her eyes closed. She didn't know such a sensation could exist. It was like fire and ice burned simultaneously through her breast, exquisitely sweet and sharp at the same time. Just as she started to get used to it, the slave girl released her and closed her lips around the other nipple, starting the process all over again and drawing a deep moan from Krista. The slave girl released her and Krista breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

"Did you like that slave?" the man asked.

"Yes sir," the girl responded.

"Then drop to your knees and show her," the man said. "Spread her legs and thank her."

"Yes sir," the girl said, dropping to her knees in front of Krista. She tried to pull Krista's legs apart, but Krista held them firmly in place.

"She doesn't want to do it," Krista said. "I won't let her."

The man leaned forward, putting his face in front of Krista's. "She has a safe word same as you. If she doesn't use it, then she wants this. Unlike you, she has a hard time going with something, even when she likes it. That's why she begged me to be her Master and make her do the things she wanted but couldn't."

Krista let her legs fall open. She was turned on and beyond caring who made her come or how if someone would just do it. If this was what the girl had chosen, then Krista understood.

The slave girl settled herself between Krista's legs and spread her pussy lips wide. She hesitated for a moment then stuck her tongue as far into Krista's pussy as she could. She moved her tongue in and out of Krista's hole and then licked towards Krista's clit. It was the touch of an amateur, but enticing none the less.

"Oh god," Krista said. "Yes, please."

The slave girl hesitated then sucked hard on Krista's clit for just a moment, before pulling away. Krista sighed in frustration when the contact was broken.

"That was terrible, slave," the man said. "Thank her properly this time. Do it again."

The slave girl leaned forward again going directly for Krista's clit. She sucked on it hard, then moved her head down to lap at Krista's hole. The girl made a pattern of it, back and forth.

The man moved behind the slave girl, smacking her bottom sharply. The girl moaned against Krista's pussy and began to suck on her clit again.

"Don't stop," the man said to the slave girl, slapping her ass again and again as he unfastened his pants.

"Ass or pussy," the man said looking up at Krista.

"Huh," Krista asked?

"She's eating your pussy," the man said. "I thought I would let you decide."

Krista thought about it for a moment. "Pussy," she said. She would rather have seen the man do the girl anally, but in a similar situation, she wasn't sure she would want everyone to watch her getting fucked in the ass.

The man smiled and rammed his dick into the slave girl, making her cry out. She went back to sucking on Krista's clit and the beginnings of an orgasm made their debut.

"Harder," Krista said, getting off on the whole situation. She watched as the man pounded his dick into the slave girl. Between watching the equivalent of live porn and the girl sucking on her clit, Krista was getting incredibly turned on. Or she was, until the slave girl stopped sucking.

"Focus, slave," Krista said. "Do it good or I will make him stop."

"You heard her slave," the man said stopping mid thrust. "Answer her."

"Yes Mistress," the slave said. "I'm sorry Mistress."

The slave went back to sucking on Krista's clit and the man resumed his thrusting.

"Use your hands slave," Krista said. "I want to feel you inside me." The slave girl pushed two fingers inside Krista's pussy and moved them back and forth.

"Faster," Krista said.

As Krista directed the slave girl, the man began to match their rhythm, pounding into the slave girl's ferociously. The sounds of the girl moaning and the visual in front of her were pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Don't stop, slave," Krista said, wiggling. "Almost there."

Suddenly, the man pulled the slave girl away from Krista. "You know the rules, slave," he said as he pulled his dick out of the girl and refastened his pants. "Break them and you will never be vetted."

"Please," Krista begged. "Don't go. Three seconds. PLEASE!"

"Sorry, sub," the man said as he stood up. "Everybody here plays by the rules or they don't play. Stand up slave and give this sub a kiss. Let her taste her pussy juice on your mouth."