THE NEW PET{BDSM 2}

When he was done she placed the glass back on the bar, and nodded to the bartender.

Josh started to turn around to pay for the drink, but she said sharply, “It's handled, come.”

She moved off and Josh found himself following her, drawn towards her like a moth to a candle flame.

The booth she occupied, despite being in the center of the club, looked exclusive.

It was wide, with luxurious furniture in dark times covered in a rich velvet. Josh stopped at the entrance, uncertain.

Three subs knelt on pillows at different corners of the booths. Another one sat across a Sybian saddle, legs restrained by cuffs. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes tightly shut. Sweat glinted off his chest and dripped down his arms, as his whole body vibrated.

“Come in pet,” she said, stepping between her kneeling submissive. “And watch your step. This place is a little crowded.”

She went over to the kneeling sub and bent over him, whispering into his ear. Josh watched, mesmerized.

“Have you been good for me?” she said into his ear.

“Yes mistress.” The man's voice was surprisingly deep and dark with desire.

“Are you sure?”

She wrapped her hand around his member and stroked it once, then took her hand off.

“What's this?” She gestured with a hand that had come away damp. “Did you cum without my permission?”

“No, mistress, I did not.”

She looked around at the other subs.

“Can you confirm this?” she asked, voice full of authority. Josh felt his cock begin to harden in his pants.

“Yes mistress, we can,” the other three said.

“Good. Jordan, go there and suck him off, don't stop after he cums. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

Josh watched the sub who had spoken to him earlier go over to the other man and began to expertly suck his cock, their head bobbing up and down.

The woman looked up and saw Josh standing at the door.

“I gave you an order, pet,” she said impatiently, her voice holding a dangerous quality that aroused Josh even more. “Obey, now.”

Josh's legs carried him to where she sat, and when she gestured at a padded chair beside her, he sat quickly.

“That's better. Now we will introduce ourselves, even though we're not likely to use our real names. And then you will tell me how you found yourself in Twilight with

no intention or wish to participate in our activities.”

Josh found himself telling her the story of how he'd had friends who dared him to spend five hours in Twilight. She listened without interrupting, humming at some parts in the story.

At some sections she slid her hand into his hair and began to gently massage his scalp. Josh groaned at how erotic such simple contact was.

He told her how he would always struggle to fit in with a group of friends all his life, and this particular one was so different.

They'd accepted him because he was wealthy, but they'd never truly treated him like a friend.

He had known from the start that this dare was to humiliate him, and that it was his pride that had let him turn it down. So he'd agreed, hoping to lurk around in dark corners until the five hours were up.

She chuckled when she heard this part and then caressed his head one last time.

“Get up, all of you.”

Josh's legs practically carried him up on their own accord. All the subs jumped up as well, abandoning any other activity they were doing. They lined themselves up in front of her.

“The four of you are to go to Mistress Zhang. Tell her you are hers for the night. I'll come for you when I need you.”

The four of them pulled out blankets from the drawers of the booth table, draped it around their shoulders, and left.

When they had gone she leaned down close to Josh's ear and slightly nibbled it. A thrill of pleasure rippled through him, and when she licked the tender area of his ear lobe, his cock jumped in his pants.

“So, Joshua, would you like to play?”

Joshua had already rehearsed his deferring refusal in his mind, so no one was more surprised than he when he said, “Yes.”