It is been a few weeks since Master gave me a very nice reward for being a good girl, and I can not get the feeling I had out of my head, how Master made me feel like I was floating on a cloud, completely weightless in my safe haven. I have not had much one-on-one time with Master lately because he is been preoccupied with the launch of our new fetish club catering specifically to BDSM, which I have been assisting him with as his personal submissive and business partner. Master is very picky about submissives and only has one at any given time; I was fortunate enough to capture and maintain his attention as his personal submissive for over two years now.
Master assigns me the task of finding submissives, both male and female, who are willing to serve the house, which means serving all of the clients who enter the fetish club and submit to them for the night only; they will belong to the house rather than the clients. I conduct interviews with submissives to ensure that they meet Master's standards for the house; he wants to ensure that they do not have a current Master/Mistress; that they are physically fit and generally healthy, as some of the tasks, punishments, and rewards require standing for an extended period of time or being in a specific position; and that Master is concerned about submissives' health and does not want to put them in a position where they will be hurt. The Master requested that if I find a submissive who is not as physically fit as described for the role but is a good potential candidate, I put them forward for the female gloryhole/gloryhole roles. Master trusts my judgement in selecting the right people for the job, and he expects me to select them and leave their information on his desk for his approval, rather than running back and forth with him with my thoughts or questions.
The next few days were spent assisting Master in setting up the club to look the way he envisioned it; the club's colour scheme was black and red, the perfect combination of power and lust. All fixtures and fittings are bronzed chrome, which adds to the club's rustic charm under the lights. The club is divided into three levels: the basement level, which is reserved for hardcore and softcore BDSM, has everything a Master or Mistress needs to have a good time with their submissives, restrooms, and female gloryholes/gloryholes. The ground floor contains private rooms, a dance floor, a bar, a lounge, restrooms, a cafeteria, and the office of the Master and myself. The first floor is an open-plan area with couches and chairs, tables, and a bar, as well as restrooms, making it ideal for an orgy.
Before we know it, the club will be open, and I am very excited to see how it looks full of people having a good time, the smell of arousal in the air, and I lick my lips, wishing to feel either a cock or pussy on my tongue, savouring the tastes they provide. I snap back into reality as Master invites me to our office for a quick chat before we open the doors; I may be his personal whore, but I am also his business partner, so while I make decisions, he has the final say. I stand outside our office for a few moments before knocking on the door.
"Come inside."
I open the door to our office and see Master sitting at his desk, looking majestic, like an alpha wolf in all his glory.
"Ah yes, come here, princess; I have some things to discuss before we open the club tonight."
"Yes, Master," I walk to his side, and Master pats his lap, inviting me to sit down.
"Well, as you know, this place belongs to both of us, which is unusual for us, but I need you to be my whore tonight at the club. You will be on display for me to demonstrate what our good girls here have to offer, so I am not asking you, but rather telling you that you will be the main attraction tonight."
I know better than to go against Master's word, so I simply nod my head in agreement and attempt to stand up, but Master pulls my arm back, tutting at me.
"And where do you think you are headed? Did I say you could move?"
"No Master."
"Sit, back, down."
I return to his lap, and he begins to caress my cheek and neck, tracing his fingers in circles around the base of my neck.
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl, now get back to business; we have you as the main event, but we need a server to be the attraction for our extra-paying services, such as being a private server for the evening, which may include sexual acts. Do you have someone in mind for that, good girl?"
He continues to trace his fingers over my soft skin, down to my breasts, before opening the buttons on my shirt to reveal my large natural breasts to him. Each time he sees my breasts, his eyes light up. They may not be as perky as the younger ladies who serve the house, but Master enjoys how my breasts are natural, large, and soft: they are easy to pull around if he wants to.
"Jo, Master, he would be ideal for the position; despite being a man, he is willing to wear women's clothing, which we both know is a very desirable request."
Master, pleased with my response, tugs on my pierced nipples, pulling them as far as they will stretch before abruptly dropping them and watching them bounce with a thud. He repeats the process, amused by the motion.
"Mmm, great choice, my good girl. You go get Jo acquired with what we need and expect from him, and see if he is willing to do the tasks that need to be done; he will be generously compensated for his service to the house, and if he does a good job, we will give him a permanent role as a private waiter on our fetish team that serves the house."
Master stands me up, pulls my shirt off my shoulders, throws it in front of his desk, and takes one of my pierced nipples in his rough, hungry mouth, while pulling my skirt down past my thighs, exposing my wet and ready pussy. Master takes his free hand and massages my pussy lips, causing me to moan loudly as the sensation of his hot breath, his mouth and teeth on my nipple, and his fingers pushing my pussy lips open, grazing my clit, teasing me relentlessly, transports me to another world full of nothing but raw pleasure.
"Yes, yes, Master. Yes, yes, Master, I will master."
I can feel Master's lips curl up into a smile on my breast as he is pleased with my moaning response, knowing that he is giving his good girl pleasure without me protesting, surrendering to him, pleasure, and the moment. His fingers are now fully teasing my sensitive clit, barely touching it, making me want to beg him to touch me the way I need to be touched by him, to make me feel the way only he can: desired, wanted, and cherished. He devours my breast like a starving lion eating for the first time in a long time, flicking his tongue over my hardened nipple, biting and pulling it between his teeth. I throw my head back, the pleasure rushing through me as I grind my pussy against his fingers, desperation filling my core, desire for him, desire for pleasure. My moans and heavy breathing send Master into a frenzy; he wants me, and he wants me right now.
"Spread your legs wide, my little whore, and bend over my desk now to present yourself to your Master."
No words were required; I did exactly as he instructed, bending my naked body over his desk, spreading my legs as far apart as I physically could, reaching my hands behind my back and spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight arsehole and glistening pussy, ready and waiting for him. He stands up, kicks his chair back, and I can hear him unbuckle his belt, that belt that I adore, pulling it completely out of the loops in his trousers, placing it on the desk beside me, pulling his trousers down, boxer shorts falling down to his ankles, and kicking them off to the side of him. Bending down, he admires my glistening holes, which are ready and waiting for him to use for both of our pleasure. He licks from my clit to my arsehole, moaning and smacking his lips together to show how much he enjoys the taste of me, his whore.
He grabs his belt from the desk and bends over, looping it around my neck and holding the rest of the belt in his hand. I gasp as the coolness of the leather envelops my throat; I am completely at his mercy, knowing he will take care of me and my needs in the most erotic ways. I am so deep in thought that I do not realise he is already lined up his thick veiny hard cock with the entrance to my pussy, rubbing up and down my clit with his tip, getting it nice and wet with the juices he is enticed my body to give him. With one single hard thrust, he is deep inside my needy pussy, all the way to his balls. He is stretching my walls around him, but he does not give me time to adjust to the sensation of him inside of me before pulling on his belt around my throat, causing my body to arch back into him, allowing him to plunge deeper into my pussy, into my soul.
"Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You, Master."
"Does anybody get to touch you like this?"
"No Master"
"That is my good girl."
With that, he pulls me closer than ever before, his cock still buried deep inside me as he lifts me up, standing upright with him, his hand on my throat thrusting deep inside me, causing me to scream his name, Master. Euphoria overflows through my body, reaching every single cell and transporting me to a haven where only he and I exist. He continues to blow my mind with slow, deep strokes, and my head flops back onto his chest as I arch my back with one of his hands on my throat and the other on my hip, gripping hard on my hip; I would not be surprised if it leaves a mark, but I do not care; the only thing that matters in this moment is us. Master hooks his arms under my thighs and lifts me up, bouncing me and moving me to his own beat on his cock, all for his own pleasure.
"This pussy will forever be mine."
"Yes, Master."
"You belong to me just as much as I belong to you."
His words echoing in my head cause me to let go; this was not a rough fuck for us; it was him expressing his appreciation for me and, in his own way, his love for me. I begin violently cumming on his cock, my juices forcing their way out of my pussy down the sides of his cock, glazing it in my cum as it trickles down his balls. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, growling as my pussy clamps down on his walls as I continue to cum. Once I have relaxed and returned to earth after my earth-shattering orgasm, he pushes me back down on his desk, cock still inside me.
"You had your orgasm; now it is my turn, my good girl," Master whispers into my ear.
He grabs my hips tightly, pushing himself into me as deeply as physically possible. I am still on a high from the intense orgasm he just gave me, I am forced into another, my pussy spasming around his hard as steel cock, transporting me back to a place in my mind where nothing exists but pure pleasure. Master is not being gentle anymore; he is fucking me relentlessly, my body lifting up from the desk and back down again with each violent thrust, his hands moving from my hips to my shoulders, pulling me back into him, using my shoulders to keep him steady as he drives his cock in and out of my pussy. Not satisfied with how hard he is fucking me, he grabs my arms, pulls them behind me, straightens his back, and fucks me harder and faster than ever before. I can feel his veins pulsing against the walls of my pussy, and the only sounds in his office are my screams and yelps, his growls and moans, and the sound of my ass clapping against his groin, which is a beautiful melody. It does not take long for him to cum deep inside my pussy, coating my walls in his thick, creamy, heavenly-tasting cum, marking me as his, and claiming me all over again. My pussy clamps down, draining him of every drop of cum he is willing to give me, causing him to growl loudly in delight. My walls relax around him, and he slowly pulls his cock out of me and spanks my ass.
"My good girl, you certainly know how to please your Master. It is almost opening time; go get Jo ready while I check on the rest of the staff, and I will meet you in the basement to show you off as the good whore you are."
I smile and nod in response, gathering my clothes from all over his office and quickly getting myself ready before leaving our office in a hot sticky mess, my hair sticking to my head and face, sweat beading up and dripping down my face, it is clear that I have just been giving a good fucking as my girks, who serve the house, walk by and give me a cheeky smile and a wink, making me blush.
I head to the dressing room in the hopes of finding Jo there; luckily, when I enter, he is still getting ready for his shift, so I ask him to follow me to a more discreet area to talk, and we enter one of the private rooms.
"Jo, thank you for taking the time to speak with me. We have made a change in our plans, which includes you."
"I hope I am not in trouble, Miss; I have done everything that has been asked of me. Please.."
"Jo, you have not done anything wrong. In fact, we have received requests for a male waiter who can comfortably dress like a woman if necessary and is prepared to provide additional services if needed. Is this something you would be interested in?"
"Oh wow, Miss, are you certain you want me for that role? There are many other people like me in the house?"
"I chose you personally, Jo, because I believe you are the best fit for the role; you will, of course, be well compensated for it, and if you perform well and receive positive feedback from clients, you will be offered a permanent position on our fetish floor. It is entirely your decision, Jo; if you decline, you will not lose your job as a waiter."
"I accept, Miss. To be honest, I was going to ask you if such a role existed here, because it is my desire to be the main event waiter for a group of men or women, to be taken for their desires."
"Perfect, I knew I could count on you Jo; I will go over what is expected and what you can decline, and then we will take you to get your new uniform; does that sound good?"
"Yes Miss."
"First and foremost, you will serve the house. If we ask you to do something, you must do it; we will never ask you to do something you have not previously agreed to, or anything that jeopardises your safety or health. "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Miss, crystal clear."
"Perfect. Second, we will require you to wear women's clothing for this role because the majority of the clients you will be serving are bisexual men. Is this clear?"
"Yes, Miss, I agree with this request."
"Excellent. Third, under no circumstances should you give out your personal information, including your real name; we will assign you a fictitious name to use while working. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss. I promise not to give out my information."
"Good, that is a serious request for the role; clients are here to live out a fantasy; they have no need to know anything about your personal life. Fourth, you will perform the same duties as before: serving clients, clearing tables, preparing drinks, greeting guests, and directing them to the area of the club where they have paid to participate. "Is that clear?"
"Yes Miss."
"Perfect, Fifth, our clients are high-end customers, so we will require you to sign a non-disclosure agreement to protect both yourself and them; anything that happens in the house stays in the house. Is this clear?"
"Yes, Miss. I understand and accept."
"Perfect, and finally, your pay will be doubled due to the additional services you will be providing, which include but are not limited to sexual contact; for example, a client may request that you suck their cock. Is that something you will be okay with and understand?"
"Yes, Miss, I completely understand, and I am fine with clients using me for sexual gratification. If not, I will decline."
"Perfect, you are well within your rights to decline a request that you do not feel comfortable doing; it will have no effect on your job or pay, as long as it is on our list of hard no's; otherwise, you will be docked accordingly. We will have your new contract ready to sign by the time you are dressed for your shift; if you could stop by the office before you start, that would be great; your new uniform should be waiting for you in your dressing room, and remember, security is there for a reason; if anyone gives you any problems, do not hesitate to approach them; they will not tolerate you being uncomfortable."
Jo nods, and I open the door to the lobby, letting us go our separate ways to prepare for the night. I walk back to my and Master's office to inform him that I have given Jo the rundown of what is expected of him and that he should change into my leather bondage for tonight's main show in the basement. I walk in to find Master standing with his back to me in his crisp new black suit; he looks very handsome in a suit, and his trousers fit him like a glove, leaving nothing to the imagination. I still can not believe I am the lucky one to have him in the way that I do. I cough to get his attention, and he looks at me with lustful eyes, which tells me I am in the best kind of trouble.
"Get ready, my good girl; I am going to have fun with you tonight."
He leaves the office with a wink, leaving me a hot and horny mess.
