Confessing it felt strangely good. Even though she and Hilary weren’t particularly close. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d been wanting to share her fears with someone who wasn’t her therapist until she’d finally gotten the words out.
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think anyone really knows what they’re doing,” Hilary offered up, with a smile, as she gave Ellie’s hand another squeeze. “I definitely didn’t when Liam and I started to get together and I’d been dating for years. But things with him were completely different, and not just because of the domination stuff. The stakes were higher, you know? He was friends with my besties’ men, I was really into him from the beginning -maybe more than I’d ever been into a guy - and I just couldn’t stay away from him. I think even back then I could see myself having a real future with him, and that was scary. I kept thinking I was going to do something to blow it. But all you can do is take things day by day and see what happens.”
“Day by day,” Ellie repeated. She smiled, giving Hilary’s hand a squeeze. “I can do day by day.”
“You’re already doing more than just day to day, since you agreed to scene with him next weekend and signed a club contract,” Hilary teased.
“I guess, but… I feel safe in the club. Even if it’s with a contract. That’s the kind of step which feels natural to me. It’s all the stuff outside of the club I don’t know how to handle.”
“Well, you’ve got us now,” Hilary said, giving Ellie a grin as she dropped her hand and turned to inspect her honey-blonde hair in the mirror. “We’re good sounding boards. And if you make the mistake of asking for advice, you’ll be buried in it.”
“Yeah, but that means if anything goes wrong, I can blame whoever gave me the bad advice,” Ellie said cheerfully.
Hilary laughed and linked arms with her as they headed back into the main room.
Sliding back into her seat, Ellie could see Michael’s disappointment, but he hid it quickly. It still made her feel a little bad. Why wasn’t she going around to sit beside him again?
Oh right, because she was trying to take things slowly.
She was wearing his collar and his plug, and the combination had made her feel so immediately submissive and soft inside that she’d immediately tried to shore up her walls by seating herself away from him. Now she was feeling more used to the plug inside of her and the light weight of the collar around her neck… next time they were at the club together, she’d sit next to him. That was a good step, right?
******
When Ellie announced she was ready to leave, Michael went with her to the aftercare corner down in the Dungeon, the same couch where he’d inserted the plug, to remove it. He cast one longing look at the other occupants of the Dungeon, enjoying their scenes, before leading Ellie by the hand over to the couch and across his lap.
“You know, I could take care of this myself at home,” she said, sounding a little breathless and squirming against his legs as he flipped up her skirt.
“You could, but I prefer to do it,” he replied, caressing the globes of her ass. The red jewel on her plug sparkled even in the shadowed light of the aftercare corner. It didn’t escape his notice that her pussy was wet and swollen beneath the plug, indicating her arousal.
Which at least satisfied some of his sadistic urges, knowing she’d been plugged and aroused all evening.
Smiling, Michael took a firm hold of the plug base and twisted it, making Ellie gasp and shudder. Her back arched as he began to pull, very slowly, and she moaned as the plug pressed against her entrance from the inside, before her tiny hole began to stretch around the fat bulb. The little wrinkles in her rosebud smoothed out and he heard a little cry as her ring of muscle moved over the largest part of the plug.
His cock pressed against her side, although the corset kept her body from feeling as soft and cushiony as she normally did, as he watched the plug slip from her body. The tiny hole gaped slightly after he pulled it completely free, before her muscles flexed and it closed completely. He had to control himself as he wrapped the plug in a small cloth - he’d take it upstairs to clean it after she left - and set it to the side.
“Good girl,” he said, smoothing his hand over her backside again before pulling her skirt back into place and helping her to her feet.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips slightly parted, and eyes a little dazed, giving every indication of arousal. A satisfying sight.
Michael stood, looming over her slightly, and cupped her chin in his hand so he could bring her gaze to his. “You can play with yourself before next Friday, but no orgasms.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Kind of defeats the point of playing with myself.”
“Careful, sassy,” he warned, releasing her face so he could take her hand again. “You’re lucky I don’t require you play with yourself but not orgasm. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
The way her hand tightened around his when he gave his warning made him think she liked that idea. Michael didn’t always indulge in orgasm play, but with Ellie he wanted to. It was one of the few orders he could give her which extended his reach outside of the club – and it also guaranteed she’d be thinking about him. Pleasure came from him. Not only was it more satisfying for him that way, but it was a good method of positive-association training.
When he walked her out to her car, he gave her a kiss on her forehead and sent her off, watching as she drove away. The air was getting cooler at night, with just a little bit of a bite to the chill, so he turned around once she’d exited the parking lot and headed down the street. Even though he was wearing his leathers and a matching vest, his bare arms were definitely feeling the chill.
Instead of going back into the club, he stopped at the front desk where Traci was sitting.
“Can you see if Patrick has a few minutes to talk?” he asked.
“Sure,” she chirped up at him with a bubbly smile. Traci was a sweet subbie, but she never played with the sadists. Picking up the phone, she dialed back to Patrick’s office and after a quick conversation put the phone back down, still smiling. “Go right on in.”
“Thanks.”
As usual, Patrick was behind his desk with Lexie sitting on her cushion next to it, naked and looking blissful as she leaned her head against his thigh while his hands stroked through her hair. Michael smiled, he always enjoyed the connection between the two of them. Considering he’d been the one to help Lexie push her way into the club and therefore push Patrick into finally training her as a submissive and eventually becominghissubmissive, he had a little bit of a fairy godmother feeling about their relationship.
