Is This What you Had In Mind? (Part 2)

As they drove away from the liquor store, she could feel the cool wind on her warm skin. she was still a bit flush from her exchange with the liquor store guy.

As they drove along together, she stopped thinking about time. she was happy in the moment, being with Him. she didn't care where they were going or if they would ever get there. she just relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

They went from the street to the freeway. They were headed for the city. Eventually, He took an off-ramp, drove down a few streets, and ended up at what appeared to be some nightclub she had never been to, but there was no sign to indicate the name of the club.

"Where are we, Frederick?", she asked.

"Among friends, dearest."

He pulled up to the curb, engine idling. He got out as a handsome, young attendant helped sta out of the car. Just when it seemed the young man's hands were on sta a little longer than necessary to assist her, Frederick whistled at the attendant and threw him the car keys, forcing the young man to end the contact. sta recognized that this was intentional and smiled at Frederick's unverbalized statement to the young man: Keep your hands off My property.

Frederick and sta entered the club. she could hear the sound of dance music in the foyer, even before she could see what was happening in the club. Making their way past the entryway, sta suddenly wondered what she was getting into. she could see a long bar with several young, male and female bartenders serving drinks in various states of dress (or undress). There were men and women of all adult ages drinking, dancing, and talking, also in various states of dress. There was lots of leather, lingerie, and club wear. Lots of kissing. Lots of groping. But also, lots of people dressed in casual clothing, sitting around, talking as if this were the usual bar. Obviously, however, it was not.

"Frederick, I'm not comfortable here." sta said, as if it were more of a question than a statement.

"sta, please do not be so quick to run away. If, at any point, you are absolutely certain you do not want to be here, just say you want to leave. If there is anything happening that you do not want to be a part of, just tell me you are not okay with it. On the other hand, do not forget that I Own you. That is our bargain. That is our relationship. That cannot be only when you are comfortable with what we are doing. you must give Me whatever is within your ability, all the while making sure I am aware how what we are doing is effecting you. It is my job to care for you, to protect you, and to make sure you are not harmed physically or emotionally in the course of acting under my command. As long as I am keeping up my end, I expect you to keep up yours. Are you going to be okay with that?"

she thought about it. Doing what He wanted wasn't new to her, but this was the first time He had really put her in such a situation. Up until then it had been easy. Wear this dress or those panties. Bring me coffee. Get on your knees. Crawl to me. Suck my cock. Put your fingers in your pussy and then my mouth so I can taste you. Whatever the command, sexual or not, she had happily complied. she wanted to serve Him. Was this different? she decided no. she had followed His commands at the liquor store without any problem, and she would continue to follow His commands to the best of her ability for as long as she could.

"Yes, Sir. I am Yours. I will do what You say, or tell you otherwise."

"Good girl."

"What would You have me do, Sir?"

"Open a tab with my credit card. Get Me a martini, and get yourself a B-52. Make sure I always have a drink, and make sure you have one every time I do."

"Yes, Sir."

sta went to the bar and ordered the drinks, while Frederick went to get a table. When she returned with the drinks, she found Him sitting with another couple. They were in the same age range as she and Frederick. He had short, sandy brown hair and was clean-shaven. He wore a beautiful, well-tailored navy suit and a watch that she knew alone must have cost over $3,000.00. She had long, raven black hair and a very shapely figure that was squeezed into a short, low cut, navy dress. sta found herself immediately attracted to both of these strangers.

"sta, this is Steven and lucy."

anastacia took a deep breath and told herself, i will not freak out. He hasn't asked me to do anything. i can't assume He's going to ask me to fuck someone else. Even if He does, He told me I could tell him if I can't bring myself to do something. Get a grip on yourself, sta.

she said hi to the couple, sat down, handed Frederick his martini, and knocked back her first drink.