Master C’s Bratty Gift By Rogue London
Chapter One
Melody
“To Valhalla, please.” The Uber driver nodded his head and thankfully, pulled out into the evening traffic, leaving me to my thoughts. I wasn’t in the mood for idle chit-chat. I’d finally scored tickets to tonight’s holiday party and had shared my plus one with my bestie, Nyra.
I’d never been to an exclusive themed party at any club, never mind the coveted private club Valhalla. How would they decorate? I imagined shimmering balls hanging off the punishment equipment and stifled a giggle. I hoped they were generous with the mistletoe and envisioned myself getting kissed by a host of handsome Doms. I’d been a regular at their entry-level club, Midgard, for some time and had played a bit and learned a lot through observation but hadn’t clicked with any particular partner as yet to take me to those deeper levels of play within the BDSM spectrum.
The Uber arrived and surprise, surprise; the driver opened my door for me. Usually, they just grunted at me and asked for an excellent review before squealing away to their next pickup. Paranoid that I would display the goods in public, I tugged down my long coat before stepping away from the vehicle. I was wearing a red latex spanking skirt, which completely exposed my ass through the Christmas decoration cut out in the back.
I’d custom-ordered my outfit for the night and paired the form-fitting pencil skirt with a strapless golden bra that had tassels at the nipples that I could remove if I preferred. In my imagination, I wasn’t controlled by my comfort zone, but the reality was different. Those shiny tassels would most likely stay exactly where they were. How I wished I were more like Nyra, who viewed club nakedness as natural.
On my size seven feet, a pair of ridiculously high golden heels sparkled when they caught the light. I’d piled my long dark tresses into an updo, but one tug and the entire thing would come tumbling down. Maybe not ideal for playing, but that someone, a handsome hard-body someone, might pull the pin holding it all together and run his large powerful hands through the silken strands turned me on.
There was one Dom, in particular, I hoped to impress, but I did not know if he would be in attendance. I tried to keep my expectations low, but excitement thrummed through my body as I opened the heavy wooden door and entered the wide hallway following the sign to the coat check where I was to meet Nyra.
“Hey, girl.”
I leaned in for our customary cheek-to-cheek air peck. “Sorry, I’m a little late. My first Uber driver didn’t show up, and I had to wait. Nice outfit, by the way.” Nyra was dressed in red and white latex, which showed off her gorgeous body perfectly. Hottest Santa’s little helper I’d ever seen. “Maybe you could get a Christmas job in the mall in that get-up. You’d certainly draw a crowd.” I snickered.
Nyra shook her head at me. “Thanks, I think. Just bought it yesterday. I wanted to get in the holiday mood.”
I took off my coat and waggled my naked ass at Nyra. “Me too. What do you think?”
Nyra’s eyes grew wide as she laughed. “Oh my god, Mel, only you. That looks awesome.”
“Well, it highlights my best attribute, so thanks.” I giggled and twirled my tassels at her next. Poor Nyra, if she didn’t have a sense of humor, she’d most likely be embarrassed by my ridiculous behavior.
“Hey, let me grab the tickets before I hand over my purse.”
“Purse, that’s not a purse. It’s more like the Cookie Monster in drag.”
I burst out laughing. “That’s right, sister,” I said while rubbing my furry carpet bag. “And she gets offended easily, so no comments if you please.”
Nyra rolled her eyes but smiled when I held out my hand. “Here you go, one ticket to heaven.”
Ready to go in, I could feel the nervous butterflies acting up in my tummy. I really was too excited and that could be a problem. At times, my high-pitched giggle or my too-loud laugh, or the worst, running off with my mouth at the worst possible time, got the better of me. Nyra had a little more cooled temperament and navigated social scenes like a runway model. I decided I’d mimic her until my pounding heart calmed down a bit.
As we neared the entrance into the dungeon, the music was audible, and not just the bass that had been a steady boom from the moment I entered the club. Laughter, among the sounds of swishing that came from a plethora of leather straps moving through the air, had me squeezing my thighs together. It wouldn’t do at all for someone to spot my excitement.
Although only my ass showed, the bottom of the skirt came down in a tapered slit to just above my knees where it ended with a buckle that held the two sides together. I loved the skirt for this very reason as it would allow spanking play without having to remove any clothing. But for more rigorous activities, I could undo the skirt at the bottom and the two sides would fall away.
We approached the sexy woman dressed as an adorable schoolgirl at the entrance collecting tickets.
“Here you go, Shelby. Love your outfit. Is Baldor here tonight?”
“Thanks, Nyra. Yes, Daddy and I will be having fun later once the crowd dies down.”
What the hell was this? Nyra knew someone who worked here? I gazed more intently at Shelby to see if I recognized her, but I drew a blank. I planted a smile on my face as I handed over the ticket. We stepped through into the dungeon and, as much as I wanted to lose myself in the sights and sounds, I had to ask.
“So, who is that, and how do you know her?”
Nyra blushed, and her look spoke volumes. She was embarrassed, and I just knew she was hiding something.
“We’ve seen each other around, but I don’t really know her. Let’s get a drink.”
Evasive, but I would accept it as I wanted a drink and to take a peek around and see if my favorite dungeon master was in the house.
