Mine & Ours (9 page)

Paxton, wearing a black leather vest covering his bare chest and leather pants, held Sydney’s hand as he led her into Club Valkyrie, followed by John and Tim, who were both dressed in black leather pants and a leather vest. Both men were wearing leather collars around their necks, attached with a leash. Sydney wore a short, black lace dress, with a plunging neckline, and four-inch heels. Paxton held Tim’s leash and Sydney held John’s leash. Tonight was not about them crossdressing but about exploration and observation.

Paxton followed his wife’s lead, as they were escorted by a woman wearing a leather bustier and leather mini-skirt. She also wore a leather collar, with the name of the club etched into the leather. She led them to a large high back, curved booth that faced the entire club. “My name is sassy and I’ll be your servant tonight. Have you ever been here before?” Her eyes diverted to Sydney, as she automatically knew who the dominant of the table was.

“Only once before, but my guests have been here before. Please, go on.”

“Yes, I’m sassy and I’m your servant. I will only serve you drinks and food, if you desire. I will also give you information on the activities tonight. There are three observation rooms, where there are five scheduled scenes. If you ever wanted to participate in a scene, you would talk with Master Devlin. He is the owner of the club. There are also four private rooms, each with its own theme. If you wish to play privately, you can rent a room for an hour at a time. Those requests can go through me.”

“Well, thank you. We just want to observe. I’m Lady Sydney and this is my husband, Master Paxton. These are our subs. They are not to be addressed by anyone but you.”

“Yes, I understand, Lady Sydney.”

“May I ask you a question?”

“Yes,” sassy nodded.

“Are you a sub or a servant of the club only?”

“I’m owned by Master Devlin, but I also work at the club. As a servant of the club, I’m here to assist any patron. I also have duties as his sub, but I cannot discuss those. I’m only allowed to speak with Dominants in my duties as a servant of the club.”

“Thank you. I just wanted to understand. Are the other servants of the club the same way?”

“Every servant of the club has his or own Master or Mistress. As servants, they can only serve those that we wait on. I will only be your servant while you’re here tonight. If you return, another servant may serve you. It depends.”

“I understand. We would all like to have a bottle of white wine,” Sydney ordered.

“Anything to eat, Lady Sydney?” she kept her eyes focused on Sydney.

“Not at this time.”

“Very good. There is a three-alcoholic drink limit per person. As a party, you will be allowed the three bottle-limit, Lady Sydney.”

“I understand,” Sydney nodded as sassy walked away. Before Sydney could address her party, sassy returned with three glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Do you desire anything else?”

“No, thank you,” Sydney nodded. Sassy walked away and Sydney looked at her husband. “You’re my equal here, you know.” She pressed her mouth against his cheek.

“Yes, Lady Sydney,” He returned the kiss. “Not totally equal, just the way I like it.”

Sydney looked at John and Tim. “All right, you two should know something. PJ is mine, and you two, are ours.”

“Yes, Lady, we understand,” John said. “So, why did we come here tonight?”

Sydney looked at Tim. “While we’re sitting here, please all of you, speak freely. I’m glad we came but I don’t quite understand what we’re supposed to see here, besides others playing with each other. You two didn’t even dress up.”

“We want to dress up for you, either later or maybe this week,” John said. “Tim asked for my help and we were wondering if we could use one of your guest rooms to do it.”

“Of course, we can always play after or you can just hang out with us after.” Sydney said.

“Thank you, Lady Sydney,” Tim said. “I have that desire but just never really did it. Also, the reason I asked you all to come here is that Paxton told me about the issues with Justice Bishop.”

“Yes, he was very rude. I already pulled my appointment. I don’t really want to be on the appellate court right now. I just don’t want him to interfere with Paxton’s or John’s careers or publicly humiliate them in anyway.”

“Well, if you look at the masked man, on his knees, wearing the pink collar and pink leash, you may recognize him.”

Sydney looked at him. “Wait, his ring. I’d know that ring. That’s Bishop?”

“Yes, I’ve never seen him here without his mask on, but his ring is a dead giveaway. That man sitting at the bar, wearing the leather cape and mask, is his Master. They often have public scenes here, and he definitely loves to be caned and entered in the ass.”

“Caned?” John winced. “Uh, not my thing. I’ve seen him here, lots of times, but never knew who it was. Is that how he knew who I was?”

“My guess,” Tim said. “And you, Paxton, he’s probably seen you here before, uh, with me.”

“Maybe. We never scened together, and we always wore our masks, except that one … fuck.”

“What is it?” Sydney put her hand on his. “You can say it. I know you two would come here once in a while. You were always, well,
almost
always honest with me.”

“What did I lie about?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Your feelings for me,” she kissed his forehead. “Anyway, what happened?”’

“We rented a private room, Tim and I. We weren’t playing, just screwing, but we remove our masks when in the private room. A man, wearing a mask, entered the room. I know we locked the door, but he said it was unlocked and he apologized. That’s how he knew. He’s using info he got here against us, in public.”

“That’s against the fucking rules,” John sighed. “Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Sydney said. “You three, sit here. I’ll be right back.” She stood up and the men watched her approach the bar, sitting next to the masked man. She smiled at the masked man and then focused on the bartender. “I’d like a white wine, please.”

“Yes, Lady Sydney,” he said.

“You know me?”

“I’m also your servant,” he smiled and looked to the masked Master sitting next to her. “Master Donnelly, is there anything I can get you or your sub?”

He looked down at his sub and then up at the bartender. “No, he’s going to be in a scene very soon. He can have his drink after.”

“Very good, Master Donnelly.”

Sydney knew it wasn’t her place to look at the man, on his knees, but she took her drink, smiled, and nodded to the Master. “You’re scening?”

“Yes, my sub just loves a good caning. Care to observe?”

“I would love that,” she smiled. “I’ll bring my husband and our subs. I’m sure they would enjoy that.”

“Ah,” he looked toward their table. “Interesting. We best prepare. It was good to meet you, Lady Sydney.” He stood up and patted his sub on his head. He grabbed the leash. “On your feet, kitty,” he commanded.

His sub rose to his feet, his eyes diverted to the floor and followed his master.

Sydney sat down and touched her husband’s hand. “Let’s go watch a scene.”

“Yes, Lady Sydney,” he stood up after she did. He touched her cheek and looked into her eyes. “I so desperately want to be your sub,” he whispered.

“Oh, pet, you are.” She kissed his cheek. “Grab his leash,” she commanded as she grabbed John’s leash. “I bet this will be interesting. And when we’re in there,” she looked in her sub’s eyes. “You kneel at our feet as the rest of the subs do. After the scene, we will gladly go home and play.”

“Yes, Lady,” Tim nodded.

“Whatever pleases you, Lady Sydney,” John said.

“Let’s go,” she and Paxton led the subs by their leashed towards the first observation room.

Sydney and Paxton sat in the chairs in the front row of the observation room, which was almost like a small theater. There were chairs in four rows of ten that faced a small stage, and in the middle of the stage was a table and against the wall was one chair and a counter, with one cabinet and several drawers. John kneeled in front Sydney and Tim kneeled in front of Paxton, both subs faced the stage. Paxton pressed his arm against Sydney’s bare arm. Sydney kissed his cheek. “Let see what turns on Bishop,” she whispered.

Master Donnelly walked out into the stage, leading his sub by the leash. “Good kitty,” he patted his sub on the head and unlocked the leash from his collar. “Stand straight.”

Bishop in full sub mode, gracefully rose to his feet, his eyes still diverted to the floor.

“Eyes up, kitty, and face the audience.”

Bishop flicked his eyes up and made contact with Sydney. He took a step back.

“kitty! I did not say to move,” his Master rose his voice.

Bishop snapped back into his sub mode. “I apologize, M-master,” he wept.

“Strip now, kitty,” he commanded.

“No!” Bishop defied his Master.

Master Donnelly stood in front of his sub and gritted his teeth. “You defy me? Are you using your safe word?”

“No, Sir, I apologize. I will obey,” his voice quivered and he removed his leather clothing. He folded them up and set them on the chair by the wall. His eyes focused on the floor as he stood in front of his Master. “Forgive me, Master.” His elderly naked body was frail, yet muscular, and it waited for its Master to command.

“On the bench, ass up, kitty.”

“Yes, Master,” he obeyed his Master’s command.

Master Donnelly walked over to the counter and opened his bag. He grabbed a pink butt plug out of the bag. He picked up his white crook cane and carried them both over to his sub. “Do you wish to be fucked, my kitty?”

“Yes, Sir, please, Sir,” he begged.

“Too bad, my kitty. You were out of line. You will be punished.” He walked around the front of him and faced him. “Open your mouth, kitty.” Bishop opened his mouth as his Master inserted the butt plug in it. “You like pink, don’t you, kitty?” He pulled the plug out of his mouth.

“Yes, Master,” he wept.

Master Donnelly walked around behind him and slowly inserted the butt plug into Bishop’s asshole. He held the cane and swat! He slashed the cane across his ass. He moved the cane up a little higher, and Swat! He slashed the cane across his ass, making the sexy red welt across both ass cheeks. “You like that, don’t you, kitty?”

“Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” he wept, as his erection grew with each slash.

Donnelly walked back over to the counter and set the cane down. He pulled another item out of the drawer and walked over to his sub. He locked the cage round his cock and balls. “You’re not allowed to come. You’re not allowed to moan or groan. You’re being punished, do you understand, kitty?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, kitty,” he walked in front of his sub and unzipped his leather pants. He pushed his cock into his sub’s mouth. “Suck, kitty, but do not come. I know how this arouses you, kitty.”

Bishop sucked on his Master’s cock and when Donnelly came, he pulled out and aimed his release on his sub’s face. “You’re to stay like this for ten minutes, without moving, do you understand, kitty?”

“Yes, Master,” he wept.

Donnelly faced the audience as he zipped up his pants, tucking in his cock. “I apologize for the actions of my sub. He is being properly punished. Please do not leave until his punishment has been completed. I wanted to have a better scene with the caning, but it will have to happen some other time. I do offer sessions on how to properly use the cane.” He stepped back and looked at his watch.

His sub did not move, not even a wiggle, and when his punishment was over, his Master removed the cock and ball cage, as well as the butt plug. He placed them in a basin and then stood in front of his sub’s face. “On your feet, kitty.”

Bishop slowly stood, in front of his Master, his eyes diverted to the floor.

“Eyes up, my precious kitty,” his Master commanded, softly.

Bishop raised his head and looked his Master in the eyes. “Thank you for my punishment, Sir.”

Master Donnelly kissed his sub’s forehead and then pushed his mouth against his subs. He grabbed his sub’s cock and jerked it. “You’re no longer being punished, kitty. Go to our private room and prepare yourself on your back.”

“Yes, Master,” Bishop slowly walked off the stage.

Sydney and Paxton led their subs out of the observation room. Sydney looked at Paxton. “Take them back to the table, and we’ll have another drink before we go. I have to find the restroom.”

“Lady Sydney, the women’s rooms are down that hall,” John pointed.

“Thank you,” she kissed his forehead. “Now, go on.” She headed down the hall and stopped when he stepped in front of her. “Oh, excuse me.”

His eyes glared at her through his mask and he grabbed her arm, pushing her against the wall. “You made me screw up, you bitch!”

“Let go of me,” she demanded.

“You made me screw up! I got punished because of you.”