A solid, heavy weight wrapped around my neck as he fiddled with the backside. I lifted a hand to touch it. Leather and metal.

He stepped back and I dropped my hand.  His hand glided down the column of my neck gently before wrapping  around the side. Stepping close to me, he dropped kisses along my neck. “I love seeing my bite and kiss marks on you.”

“I like having them there, sir.” I bit my bottom lip as a rush of warmth hit my pussy. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced when he bit me. When I’d caught a glimpse of the marks in the mirror, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Having him kiss and caress them was only that much more erotic and sexy. If this is how he was going to treat them, I wanted to have them on me all the time.

Master stepped away from me and I felt an odd tugging sensation from around my neck.

"That, my pet, is a true collar and leash around your neck. This is what you will wear whenever we are around other members of the club." His hand stroked along my hair, then cheek, as he spoke.

All I could think was that he'd said around other members, which meant that we were going to be leaving the room together. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around my breasts, concealing them.

"No, Precious. You will not cover up. Show off that beautiful body that is all mine. Every man in the room will want you and every woman will wish they were you." His gentle fingers pried my hands off my arms, making them drop to my side.

I didn't say it, but I couldn’t stop the thought that other women would only want to be me because I was his. I knew my punishment was coming and didn't want to add to it by upsetting him.

"Stand. Follow where the leash leads you."

Following his instructions, I felt incredibly awkward and unsteady trying to walk without knowing where I was going. After tripping twice, the pressure on the leash disappeared, so I stopped, only to feel the heat of his body radiating against mine.

"If you stop trying to figure out where to place your next step and simply trust in where I'm leading you, you will stop tripping. Trust me to keep you safe." His hushed voice vibrated over me and I nodded once before his heat disappeared and the tugging started again.

Closing my eyes, I tried to do as he asked. Trusted that my feet would land upon solid ground with nothing in my way that would trip or harm me. Surprisingly, after a few steps, it got easier. I knew he had to be leading me down the hall that I normally entered through, or one like it, since the noise of my heels on the hard floor was quieted by thick, sound proof walls.

When we exited the hall, entering a big, open room, I could feel the difference. The temperature dropped a few degrees and the hum of voices got significantly louder.

My arms itched to cover my bare breasts, but I kept them down. I wished I had pants on to wipe off the sweat accumulating on my palms; instead I only had slightly damp thighs. Even as my mind spun in a million directions and I tried to absorb where I was and what was going on, I followed Master as he led me through the room.

"Sit on your knees," Master told me, and I dropped to my knees where I stood. I could hear him talking in hushed tones with someone before I heard the creaking of leather. "Scoot forward and move to my side."

Tentatively I reached out and found his knee with a hand. I moved based on where his knee was to sit next to him. My knees hurt and my thighs were uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to kneeling so long and after spending so much time in the private room before once again being on my knees sent shooting pain through my lower extremities. It wasn’t so much pain that I couldn’t continue sitting as I was, but if I was going to be in the same position for too long I knew I’d have a hard time walking right away.

"Precious, we are going to sit here and let everyone get a good look at my beautiful sub. Spread those gorgeous thighs. Let them get a glimpse of that sweet pussy." His voice had the thickest British accent I'd heard yet. The deep, stern tone had me biting back a moan as fire spread through my body.

Spreading my thighs, I straightened my back. I was determined not to let my nerves show. I'd never been so uncomfortable in my life, but I’d also never felt so safe. I knew Master wouldn't let anything happen to me. It was not being able to see who was there, who was looking, who was talking that made it so hard.

I lost track of time as I sat there listening to quiet voices carrying on conversations about a wide variety of topics, not just sex. In the background, there were occasional yelps and shouts that very well could have been pleasure or pain, but without having an image to go with them I couldn't say for sure. Master was talking to another male, but I'd grown bored with the topic before tuning into other conversations taking place. I made sure to keep my thighs spread and back straight even through the pain was slowly getting worse. Occasionally Master would stroke my hair or arm, but not once did he address me. A few people even stopped to comment on me sitting there, but he managed to usher them on quickly before returning to the man he was conversing with.

"Can you stand?" A hand wrapping around the back of my neck let me know he was talking to me.

"Yes, sir." I moved to stand, but found that as I had feared my legs and knees were very slow to cooperate and the pain grew worse as I finally got to my feet.

"Take a moment," Master told me, holding my elbow for balance.

It took a few moments for my legs to get circulation back and the pain to lessen. Once it did, I said, "Ready, sir."

After being led for a few steps, I was instructed to take a step up and figured I was probably on one of the many stages I'd seen in the main room before. A hot, firm hand on my lower back showed me where to go until I felt something cold and wooden pressing into my upper thighs.

"Bend over, arms above your head," Master told me.

Bending at the waist, I felt my chest come in contact with a flat surface before raising my arms above my head. A thick strap wrapped around my wrists, binding them together. Footfalls told me Master was moving around — his hand trailed over my back as he moved. That hand followed the length of a leg until it closed around my ankle. Another strap bound my ankle to the device I was draped over before he repeated the treatment on my other leg.

As soon as the final strap was secured, effectively holding me in place, the air became thicker — harder to pull into my lungs. My mind raced to comprehend the situation and sensations. I was in the middle of a room filled with any number of people without any way to escape while being unable to see. I had to completely trust Master or else I was going to hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Not wanting to have either happen, I repeated over and over that Master would take care of me.

A cold, unfamiliar brush along the center of my back made me gasp and fist my hands. Once the trail ended at the top of my ass, it lifted from my skin. The slight displacement of air against my ass gave me a millisecond’s warning before the burning slap lit up my left cheek. The impact felt familiar, almost like the crop Master had used before.

"Since you wanted to play games with me, it is time for you to find out why that is not a good idea. This will be your first punishment, so I’m going to go easy. Next time I won’t be." Masters voice was rough and harsh. He was not happy. "Count them. If you miss one, I'll start over. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." My voice wavered, betraying my nerves. The warm press of his hand upon my lower back was the only comfort I got before the sharp impact fell upon my right ass cheek, leaving behind a burning sensation. "One, sir." I didn't hesitate in responding. That had long ago been ingrained in me.