Be careful what you offer, Someone might take you up on it.

The club was dimly lit with loud 'dance music' playing. While standing by the bar, He had instructed her to get them each a drink. Several drinks later, He had directed her to a comfortable couch along a wall where they could watch others without attracting a great deal of attention to themselves.

she had taken a seat on His right. In what would have appeared to others to be a romantic move, He put His right arm behind her, turned towards her, and brought His left arm across the front of her body in an almost hug. He leaned in as if to whisper 'sweet nothings' in her ear. Appearances, however, can be deceiving.

He moved His left hand to her right breast. "Who do you belong to," He growled while pinching her nipple hard, causing her to gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure that reinforced what the answer would be. It was not really a question, but a demand for her to say the words He loved to hear.

"i belong to You, Sir," she responded as she knew she must. Sometimes, she would forget to add the Sir or other approriate form of address, which almost certainly would bring either a slap from Him across her cheek, leaving a wonderful stinging feeling, or His hand around her throat, cutting off her breathing for just long enough to remind Her that everything, including every breath she takes, belongs to Him. Sometimes, she would "forget" to respond properly to intentionally draw this reaction from Him in order to feel His physical domination of her -- something they both want and need.

"i belong to You, Sir, and i will follow any instruction to please You. Please tell me what You would have me do, and I will gladly obey. Would You have me kiss You? Would You have me stroke Your cock through Your pants? Would You have me kneel before You and take Your cock into my mouth? Would You have me offer kiss or tease, or suck, or fuck another here of Your choosing? Would You have me prove Your ownership of me by performing such an act at Your command on one for whom i have no feeling or desire? Would this be pleasing to You?"

she had made such offers before - many times, in fact - usually, but not always, after a few drinks. He always believed she made these offers knowing He was far too jealous to permit it. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful statement of her devotion to Him -- she would submit her body for His use for any pleasure, even if it was pleasure He might find in watching her demonstrate her ability to please another. The thing was ... the thing was that the idea did fill Him with a jealous lust. The thought of exercising such power filled Him with a feeling that could hardly be described -- a feeling He liked, which made Him wonder how much stronger that feeling would be if He actually used that power.

she sat there looking at Him full of lust in her eyes. He felt certain she expected a 'typical' reaction to her statement -- He would continue to touch her and talk to her about the thing He planned to have her do to Him and for Him throughout their evening together. Then, they would give the others in the club just enough of a show to satisfy His desire to display His possession and demonstrate His ownership of her. Later, they would find some place less public and He would compel the pleasure He needed from her while inflicting the pain she needed from Him. At least, that would have been the typical response.

He looked in her eyes to watch her reaction. "So, My little whore wants to prove her submission to Me by pleasing someone else? Is that right?"

Unphased, she continued looking at him and firmly stated, "i want to prove my submission in any way that is pleasing to you, Sir. That is all. What would You have me do?" she reached over and began massaging His cock through the front of His pants.

In the past, His jealousy was strong, but time had proven there was no need for such feelings with her. she was devoted to Him, and He no longer worried about anyone taking her from Him. He wanted to push this idea. He needed to see how far they could take their relationship.

He pushed her hand away and yanked the back of her hair. "Did I ask you to touch Me, bitch?"

she gasped and replied, "No, Sir."

"So, are you offering these things for My pleasure or your own?"

"Yours, Sir."

He looked around and saw a younger man looking their way. He didn't care what this other looked like. What mattered is his interest in His woman. He decided to test this.

"Open your legs," He commanded.

Without a question, she spread her legs. Although He couldn't see it, He knew she was wearing stocking and a garter belt with no panties. He knew this, of course, because that had been His instruction.

The young man, although trying to pretend otherwise, clearly had noticed her action and was trying to get a good look without being obvious.

Perfect, He thought. Young, horny, and interested in My property.

"See that guy over there, My little slut?" He asked while motioning towards the young man.

she glanced and nodded her head in answer.

"Go ask him to dance. Do not take no for an answer. If he tries to decline, you will offer him anything he wants in exchange for at least one dance. Understood?"

Although she reflexively replied, "Yes, Sir," she felt a bit unsure of herself and hesitated in getting up to comply.

"Now, my most prized possession," He said with enough conviction that the words themselves appeared to lift her from her seat.

He watched intently as she walked over to the young man, wishing He could hear their conversation, but immensely enjoying the view as her body language - slightly pushing out her chest, swaying her hips, pushing back her hair, licking her lips, etc. - showed she was complying with His order. she and he glanced over at Him a couple of times, and He casually looked back without any attempt to influence what she was doing. Between whatever she said and what she didn't say, the two were soon on the dance floor, and He was watching her as she moved in time with this other.

she moved very erotically, and He could see various parts of their bodies coming into contact from time to time. she was being quite bold, and He could feel the jealous lust rising in Him. she seemed to be finding every opportunity to have this man's arms around her, to brush her breasts against this man's arms or back or chest, to push her ass against this man's cock (which certainly had to be as hard as His own by now). she obviously felt safe doing these things with Him present to watch over her. Despite the jealousy, knowing she was enjoying these feelings, He also never forgot this was His command, His desire. He felt certain she could bring Him more pleasure with this other, and felt equally certain His jealousy would not interfere.

Simultaneously, as she was enjoying the delicious feeling of being wanted by these two men, she wondered where the evening would go. When He did tell her to stop and return to His side, would the experience be used later to turn them on while He fucked her later (she hoped)? Was there any possibility He actually would have her suck this man's cock (which, at that very moment, felt very nice pressed against her ass) or even fuck him? she hadn't thought that would be the case, but He had surprised her before. Was she truly ready to follow through with such an instruction? she was uncertain what she was ready for, but she knew in her heart that, ready or not, she would do anything to try to please Him.