Becoming a Submissive Ch. 16

-- Author's Note --

This is a novel-length story with well over a dozen chapters, and it often takes a long time to get to the smut. I strongly suggest you start with part 1, as there is a lot of character building and background.

Comments are greatly appreciated as they inspire me to keep writing.

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Lisa waited in the cold outside Ground Zero, the nightclub for goths and kinksters, standing alone among the piles of snow as her husband pulled up in an Uber. The outfit she had on under her long coat was far more suited for summer weather, and she hoped the inside of the club was much warmer. In fact, she hoped it was so hot she could see the sweat of the people dancing on their skin. But she knew it wouldn't be. She had been there a few times in the past, before she was married. Before she started acting like an adult with responsibilities and not a carefree girl barely old enough to buy her own drinks.

She had been planning this night for two days, and those days gave her mind more focus than she had in a week. Her husband, Bill, had cheated on her with a college girl while on their Caribbean cruise. She only found out because the girl had left him her panties. Lisa wasn't sure if it was deliberate or Bill had kept them as a trophy. Sleeping next to him for the remaining days of the trip was torture. It took all her self-control not to make a scene and demand her own cabin... or throw him overboard.

In the weeks since, she had been an emotional wreck. Her marriage was over, and she didn't know what to do with herself. The only saving grace was that she didn't have kids with the man. No custody battle; once she signed the divorce papers, she planned to be free of him. Then she did something reckless: She had her own one-night stand.

In a calmer, more grounded state, buttoned-up Lisa would never have given in to such primal urges. Whether it was for revenge or because she was emotionally vulnerable, Lisa wasn't sure. But she sure as hell didn't regret it. she just wanted a good fuck and to feel young again. But the universe had another twist to send her. The man she slept with, Jack, wasn't just some ordinary guy off the street. Apparently, he was into some kind of hardcore BDSM lifestyle that she had only seen in porn and crappy movies. She discovered this when Jack's naked slave girl served Lisa breakfast the next morning. For a few moments, she had been appalled, felt like she was cheated on again, but then mysteriously she saw the appeal. This part two was only possible because of Lisa's emotionally vulnerable state. Of that she was certain. She suspected Jack had sensed this about her and made his move, but that didn't matter. She was glad it happened.

Lisa knew the precise moment of her epiphany: When Jack offered Lisa to strike his slave with a riding crop. To punish his slave as a stand-in for the woman her husband had slept with. Her last shred of self-control broke. She decided to give in to her darker urges she had always suppressed as "for weirdos". She struck out at the pretty young thing until Lisa was exhausted from the effort. The slave who received the beating was wet and begging for sex afterwards. A whole new world opened for Lisa right then and there. She wanted more of whatever that was. A lot more.

She hatched her plan as she was leaving Jack's house. Jack had shown her something that had been lurking deep in the back of her mind, and she wanted to pull on that thread. No doubt Bacchus was smiling at her that day.

The plan was given a trial run that night. Lisa let her wayward husband back into the house where she spanked him with Jack's riding crop. Just as a measure to see if he liked it. A small part of her suspected he would, and she was not disappointed. But that was just a test, to see if he received the spanking just to win her back, or if he genuinely enjoyed being a slave like Jack's personal submissive fucktoy did.

Tonight she was going to make Bill an offer: Be my slave, or be divorced. She knew it was rather coercive, and she didn't care. This was a win-win situation for her. This was her revenge fantasy played out. She coordinated the whole thing with Jack through dozens of test messages over the last two days. Working out every detail. All she had to do was put on something sexy and get Bill into the back room of Ground Zero.

Her husband approached from down the block, and a smile crept up on Lisa's face. "Right on time," Lisa said more confidently than she expected. She wanted to establish who was in control from the first word spoken.

Bill glanced around uncomfortably and spoke softly, "Of course, but... why here? You know what kind of place this is?"

Lisa gave a knowing and slightly patronizing smile. "I do. I used to come here with the girls before we met."

"Oh," Bill said with surprise. He would have been even more shocked if it wasn't for Lisa's sudden attitude change and his forced submission the other night.

"Have you been here before?" She asked coyly; she knew the answer.

Bill shook his head as he spoke, "No, but I heard about it. Considering what we did the other night, I think I understand why you want to return."

"Exactly right." She winked at him with a coy smile, then continued, "Did you read the safe and consensual BDSM website I showed you?"

"Of course!" He lied; he had read it for two minutes, then started watching BDSM porn. He told himself at the time he was more of a visual learner.

"Good." She knew he was lying, and she didn't care. Then she produced a dog collar from her pocket.

"What is this?" Bill asked, fearing the answer.

Lisa smiled at the revulsion on Bill's face before chiding him, "Your collar. You're going to be wearing this tonight."

"Ugh. Why?" Bill immediately rejected the idea, as Lisa knew he would.

"Not manly enough for you?" She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Tonight I will make you my willing slave. Emphasis on willing. You put on the collar, and I lead you inside, or you can walk away."

Bill knew where this was going, but decided to make her say it out loud. "And if I walk away, you serve me with divorce papers?"

"Yes," Lisa smiled like a gambler with an unbeatable hand at the moment of the reveal, "I might serve you with divorce papers anyway."

He quietly reached out and grabbed the collar. He hesitated to put it on. As if the act of putting this collar on meant his whole life was about to change. Yet just at that moment, a man walked past him wearing a full latex body suit, a woman guiding him by his own leash and collar. Behind him, a young blonde in pigtails and a fishnet top walked past; she too was being led by a leash, yet her collar was a solid steel ring that fit perfectly around her neck. Bill thought for the briefest moment his wife had flashed a smile at the man leading the blonde. But Bill put that thought aside as paranoia.

Seeing he wasn't the only person going into the club in a collar gave him just enough self-confidence to agree to the demand. He reached up and clasped it around his neck.

Again, Lisa leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "This collar represents your subservience to me. It is your new wedding ring. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lisa," Bill said forlornly. He reasoned he could put up with his wife's newfound kink occasionally if it meant keeping the marriage together. He told himself a collar was nothing compared to a full-on gimp suit. Plus, taking a glance over at the attire of the other people entering the club, his own libido was rising from the company she was now keeping. He took solace in the knowledge he was going to get an eyeful of pretty girls wearing very little tonight.

Lisa spoke smoothly, yet sternly. "From now on, you call me Madam or Mistress. You may never address me by name again."

"Seriously?" Bill sounded incredulous, but a not-so-deep part of him liked it. Last night's binging on Fem-dom porn certainly helped sway his opinion on the matter.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, mustering all the seduction she could, "Yes." She said it slowly, so close her warm breath blew directly into his ear.

"Yes, Mistress," Bill said with a grin. His wife's sudden surge of interest in him didn't go unnoticed.

She led Bill into the club but didn't bother with a leash, not yet. She didn't quite have the confidence for it. She hoped by the end of tonight Jack would help her get there.

They pushed through the throng of people at the entrance, and the inside was just as Lisa remembered it. Nothing had changed, and it brought back a rush of nostalgia. She never considered herself a "goth", but her friends were, and thus she found herself returning to this club regularly when she was in her early 20s. The familiarity gave her comfort for what she did next.

Lisa sidled over to the coat check and removed her long puffer coat with a flourish. Revealing the latex playboy bunny suit, minus the ears and tail, she had hidden beneath. It was the closest thing she had to a dominatrix outfit she owned, or at the very least, what she imagined a dominatrix wore. It had been an old Halloween costume. The important part was that she felt sexy in it, and in that aspect the outfit did deliver. Her husband turned around from the coat check and took sight of her, his mouth agape. She flexed the riding crop Jack had loaned her under her hand. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," Bill said, as if seeing his soon-to-be ex-wife for the first time.

"Yes, who?" Lisa reprimanded.

Bill replied after a pause, not quite used to the new terms of their relationship, "Mistress."

"You're damn right." She hooked a finger through the ring on his collar and led him to the bar. She didn't hesitate before ordering from the bartender, "Two vodka Red Bulls, if you please."

"You don't normally drink those," Bill interjected.

Lisa pulled on his collar ever so slightly. "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No..." he hesitated. ".. Madam".

As the bartender brought up the drinks, she motioned for her husband to pay. "You're paying tonight."

They both knew she meant it in the literal and figurative sense; he just went along with it.

Lisa settled herself into leaning on the high-top table, looking out over the crowd dancing, more correctly, writhing in time with the music. No one was really dancing, just moving to the beat in a hedonistic trance.

"Drink up. Watch the girls dance," Lisa commanded. "I think you'll enjoy this part at least."

They stood in silence for a few moments. There were quite a few young men and women on the floor tonight. The usual crowd spanned a wide range of ages. One girl in particular caught both their eyes. The girl in the fishnet top and too-short skirt Bill had seen earlier. The leash was gone, and she was dancing at the center of the crowd. The fishnet was thin and tight enough that it hid next to nothing. Showing through the top, the girl had a pair of black electrical tape strips covering her nipples. He noticed the girl wearing it had good-sized breasts for being so petite.

Lisa recognized her as Ashley, Jack's submissive. Not quite the prettiest in the room, not quite wearing the most revealing outfit, but the combination of the two made the girl stand out among the crowd like a firework in the night sky despite everyone in the room wearing all black. There was something else about her: 'confidence,' Lisa concluded. Ashley danced and swayed not with the practiced precision of a dancer, but knowing everyone was watching her, their eyes energizing her. Giving her the confidence to sway and gyrate with the music with an effortless talent no other dancer matched.

It didn't take Lisa long to scan the crowd to see Jack standing alone, taking a long, slow sip of his own drink, watching his pet dance. If Ashley was dancing for her master's amusement or her own, it didn't matter. Lisa let her eyes wander over to her husband, who was most certainly watching Ashley twirl and stomp to the beat.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Lisa asked, trying not to sound like she was leading him on.

"Uuuuh," Bill could only stammer in reply. Knowing he was on thin ice to admit being attracted to other women. She had regularly glared at him if his eyes wandered towards another woman in the past.

Lisa rebuked him immediately, "Don't lie. Just say it."

"Yes, of course," Bill said hesitantly.

Lisa turned to Bill, looking him dead in the eye to get his reaction as she spoke, "Would you sleep with her?"

"Of course not," Bill said, which was, of course, another lie.

Lisa leaned in and whispered in Bill's ear, again trying to be as seductive as she could muster, "What if I commanded you?"

Bill's face was a knot of consternation. "What? Why would you do that? I thought you were still furious at me for cheating."

"I am, but I have recently discovered," She paused, trying to put words to her thoughts. "A new perspective."

He flicked the collar around his neck. "This part of the perspective?"

"Absolutely." She said with a wicked smirk, "But you didn't answer the question."

"Yes." He said, only slightly ashamed.

"Good." She wanted to say more, but didn't; Lisa wanted to maintain the suspense. "Wait here."

Lisa left the table and joined Ashley at the dance floor. They didn't speak; the music was far too loud for that. If Ashley had been informed of Jack's plans tonight, she gave no indication. Just the slightest nod of recognition. They danced together for a few moments, and Lisa did her best to touch and move with Ashley as seductively as she could. Lisa kept glancing over to her husband, gauging his reaction. He was leaning forward, mouth slightly agape, a confused yet feral look in his eyes. Exactly the reaction she wanted.

Ashley, ever observant, noticed this and pulled Lisa in, wrapping her arms around Lisa's neck, doing her best to speak over the music. "Is that your husband?"

"Yeah", Lisa said back loudly, yet the word barely carried past the dancing women.

Ashley smiled in reply, then shouted back over the blare of the electronic beat, "Want to drive him wild with jealousy?"

"Totally!" Lisa replied enthusiastically. She didn't know what Ashley had in mind, but she had a pretty good idea. The music was so loud there was no risk of Bill hearing their conversation even from just a few paces away.

Ashley grabbed Lisa by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss on the lips. Lisa was startled and froze, making no effort to keep her body moving in time with the music. Ashley continued the act by letting her hands glide down Lisa's chest, over her breasts, then staring over at Bill. Ashley gave Bill the perfect look of seduction and desire; practically screaming "Come get some of this" with her eyes. Lisa didn't know why Ashley wanted to enthrall her husband, but she could guess Jack was involved somehow, or Ashley was a bisexual nymphomaniac. Both scenarios seemed plausible. But Lisa didn't have time to dwell on it, as Ashley began guiding Lisa over to another man who was dancing on the floor.

The man was wearing tight leather pants and a tight shirt. His muscles strained against the fabric. Ashley pushed Lisa into the man's arms, and the man immediately grabbed Lisa by the waist and pulled her in close. Grinding against her, she could feel the hard bulge through his pants. The man was fit and handsome. Normally Lisa wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of being grabbed by random strangers on the dance floor, but she made an exception for him. No woman was so prudish as to refuse dancing with a man sporting the body of a Grecian demigod.

She stole another glance at her husband. He was staring at her, mouth still agape. What had changed was that Ashley had sidled up behind him and her hands wandered down to his crotch. Whispering something in his ear. A month ago, Lisa would have been overcome with jealousy, an uncontrollable urge to defend her territory. But now? None of that mattered. If Jack's submissive was in on the plan or just let off the leash to be a slut for the night didn't matter. Lisa knew Ashley was a known variable. An owned submissive who answered to another man. Ashley could no more steal her husband than Lisa could keep him faithful. That short pain of regret rushed through her and was gone as soon as the man grinding behind her let his hands start working their way up her chest. Stopping just below her breasts, as if asking for permission. She granted it by grabbing his hands and placing them over her tits while pushing her hips against his waist. If she was going to make her husband jealous, this stranger was the man to do it with.

As the song drew to a close and the dancing stopped, the man Lisa was dancing with released his hands from her body and just stood there, as if waiting for her to do... something.

She glanced back and saw Jack walking over to the table Bill was standing at. Taking his place next to Bill. Ashley switched from fawning over Bill to fawning over her master. Lisa walked over to the table herself, and to her surprise, the man she was dancing with followed her. The music had died down just enough to make conversation possible. She hung back just far enough to overhear the conversation without forcing them to stop speaking.

"I see my pet has taken a liking to you," Jack spoke non-chalantly.

"Uhh? pet?" Bill asked dumbfounded.

"Yes," Jack said, then produced a leash and clipped it to the metal collar around Ashley's neck. "I own her; she has given herself to me willingly; mind and body." I let her off the leash from time to time to see if she takes interest in anyone. "I believe this is your Mistress who just joined us?"

"What makes you say that?" Bill asked, surprised the man had figured out Lisa was his wife, and tonight, his mistress.

Jack pointed to his bare neck, while looking at Bill's own collar.

"Oh, right," Bill said, tugging at the collar, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but stopped abruptly as another couple walked up to their table. The woman wore a leather collar not unlike the one Bill was wearing. She was slightly overweight but was fortunate that it only served to accentuate her natural curves: large breasts and a tight round ass. The man was thin and average height, rather nondescript but charming in his normal-ness. To Bill, he seemed like a lone high school nerd who was totally out of place as he was surrounded by goths and kinksters.

Lisa didn't know what was going on, but it was clear both Jack and Ashley were surprised to see her tonight. The plan Lisa had created with Jack had not included these newcomers. Lisa reasoned that she shouldn't be surprised Jack might run into other people he knew at GZ. But everyone could suddenly see the vibe among the couples had changed. Something was off.

"Jen, you're here. We figured you would be recovering." Jack asked with barely hidden annoyance.

"Nonsense," Jen exclaimed with a half-hearted laugh. All my friends are at GZ, and Mistress expects me to stay home to nurse an injury? Forget that. She should have chained me to the radiator if she wanted me to stay home."

"The bottoms of your feet are a wreck, Jen. You shouldn't be walking on them." "In fact, I thought the whole idea was you would be on your hands and knees for a few days; that was the point." As Jack said this, he shot an annoyed glance at the other man.

"Paul gave me something to take the edge off; I'm fine." Jen giggled. It was then Lisa noticed Jen's eyes were far more dilated than was natural. She was definitely high on something.

Paul cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. "Who are your friends, Jack? I just met you last week, and yet here you are making new friends."

Jack rolled his eyes, annoyed that his conversation with Bill was interrupted and was instead being forced to make pleasantries. "Lisa, this is Paul and Jen, and that mountain of a man that was dancing with you is Vic."

Lisa reached out to shake hands with each of them. Jen pushed Lisa's hand away and gave Lisa a hug instead, letting out a slight moan of delight as she did so.

"Paul, this is Bill and Lisa. They are... " Jack paused, looking for the right euphemism, "Experimenting tonight."

"Ooh, experimenting with what?" Jen said, totally missing the subtext.

Lisa chimed in, "Domination and Submission. Bill here is my slave for the night. Preferably permanently."

"Ooh, like me and Ashley." Then Jen glanced over at Vic. "And Vic, I suppose. I hope Vic doesn't get jealous, or maybe he wants some man-slave company. The slave pens are kind of an estrogen fest."

"Slave pens?" Lisa asked skeptically.

"There are no slave pens," Jack laughed. "Jen's over-eager imagination is getting the better of her."

"But there should be slave pens," Jen insisted. "I certainly wouldn't mind being naked in a cage with you!" She said, waving a finger at Bill before moving in to give him a hug.

Bill blushed, then smiled slightly. The idea of sharing a cage with Jen was clearly appealing to him as well.

"Should I call you Mistress Lisa then?" Paul asked respectfully, again struggling to keep Jen from taking over the conversation.

"Just Lisa is fine. Only Bill here has to call me Mistress." Lisa said with a smile. She found Paul charming in his awkwardness.

Jen wrapped her arms around Bill and moaned again. "First night being a slave? You should have Jack break you in. Trust me, it's the best. Total mind fuck. You'll never be the same."

"Yeah. I'm kind of unsure about it actually." Bill said uncomfortably. Lisa was mildly annoyed that her slave-husband was not only part of the conversation, but he was speaking at all. She wanted him to be more like Ashley, seen but rarely heard. But she hadn't even had a chance to establish protocols and rules yet. She was very much looking forward to setting up rules she could punish him for violating.

"That's a shame. A submissive should want to be collared, without hesitation." Jack said with mild concern in his voice. Jack shot a quick glance at Lisa, silently questioning Bill's commitment to the plan.

"Let's say I'm willing to give it a try," Bill said with an anxious smile.

Bill had mostly forgotten about the collar while watching his wife dance with Ashley. Now he was being propositioned by a total stranger. If Bill was being honest with himself, he didn't know what he wanted. He liked the idea of submitting sexually, and he certainly enjoyed Femdom porn, but a permanent collar? That was more than he was ready for. On the other hand, his wife threatening to divorce him if he didn't submit was this weird, massive turn-on. The kind of kink he didn't know he had until faced with it.

Jen gave Bill another big hug, this time raising one leg over his thigh. "Us slaves can take turns sucking our masters off." Jen purred with a manic giggle, "I want so many cocks right now. I haven't been triple stuffed in ages." Jen reached a hand under Bill's shirt as she continued. "I hope you've been eating your celery and pineapple."

Lisa watched the entire exchange with keen interest. While Bill was more open about his anxiety over his new role, Lisa kept her doubts hidden. She wanted to present the firm, unassailable confidence of what she imagined a domme to be. She watched how Jack just stood his ground in silence. Not placating, not mediating, just being present as himself. She wanted to be more like Jack. She reminded herself what Jack had told her over text a few nights ago that stuck with her: "Be confident, and if you cannot be confident, fake it with arrogance".

Lisa decided she needed to take control of the situation and interrupt Jen's fawning over Lisa's newly collared sub. "Bill, you will cease touching that slut and come with me," Lisa said sternly. With quick thinking, Lisa improvised a punishment for her slave, despite the source of the problem being Jen.

Jen tightened her grip on Bill as she spoke, "Must I?" Bill was enjoying the attention Jen was giving him, and wasn't excited to have her let go.

"Yes, Now. Follow me." She walked up to the bar and got another drink. She took out a single ice cube and held it before Bill's lips. "You are going to hold this ice cube between your teeth until it is melted."

Bill opened his mouth to interject, but thought better of it. Tonight he was Mistress Lisa's slave. While he was unsure about this role, walking into the club, having Jen practically throw herself at him gave Bill a whole new outlook. He wanted to see more of Lisa's new friends, and he wasn't thinking of pleasant small talk over brunch. He was hoping Jen's fantasies would prove to be reality.

Lisa smiled as he watched Bill hold the ice cube. It was a fairly easy task. Neither painful nor difficult. "Keep your lips off it, slave. I don't want you melting it any faster than it needs to." Lisa chided him and took a long sip from her drink. Just making Bill follow her orders was a thrill. Watching him dutifully hold the cube, without complaint. She enjoyed watching the melting ice slowly drip out of his mouth. It reminded her of a ball gag a bit; She made a mental note to try that out on him next.

Her fascination with Bill's mild predicament came to an abrupt halt as an unusual round of cheers rose up over the music. Bill's head turned to see the commotion on the dance floor, and he immediately dropped the ice cube upon seeing it.

Jen had removed her top completely, letting her breasts swing free, and was grinding against one of the go-go dancers on the raised platform in front of the projection screen. The dancer wasn't outright rejecting Jen's advances and did her best to keep moving her body in time with the music, making an admirable impression that this was part of the act. But Lisa could see on the dancer's face this was most certainly not welcome.

Paul was standing at the bottom of the platform, begging for Jen to come down. Jack and Vic stood back, not wanting to get directly involved. If anything, making a half-hearted attempt to distance themselves from her from what they knew came next. Ashley was hugging Jack from behind, watching Jen gyrate in fascination while her cheek rested on Jack's back

Lisa felt a dark blur push past her as one of the bouncers moved onto the platform and gripped Jen firmly by the hand. Lisa couldn't help but approach to get a closer look.

The bouncer spoke politely but firmly to Paul. "Your date seems a bit too sauced, and it's time to head home. Don't make a scene."

"Agreed." Paul nodded before turning to Jen. "Time to go home. Time to keep you off your feet." Paul then gripped Jen's other arm and continued, "For real this time."

Jack stepped forward and pressed his car keys into Paul's hands. "Take my car," Jack said firmly, much like the bouncer; his tone made it clear it wasn't up for discussion. "Don't wait for an Uber. Push her into the backseat and set the child safely on the door." Jack took a glance at Jen, who was still moving her body in time with the music while the bouncer held one arm. "Call me tomorrow after she sobers up."

Vic appeared out of nowhere and produced a white fur coat and wrapped Jen in it, who was still trying to dance in time with the music. Barely noticing she was being restrained. Ashley recognized it as Cristina's coat, and she suspected Mistress Cristina would be less than pleased her coat was missing.

As Jack watched Paul and Jen get escorted out of the club, Lisa slinked up next to him. Bill leaned in to overhear their conversation. Then Lisa asked, "Does this mean our plans are cancelled for tonight?"

Jack was taken aback. "What? No. With her gone, things just got easier. I was trying to figure out how to get rid of her." Jack laughed softly to himself. "Lucky for us, she got rid of herself." Then Jack briefly pulled out his cell phone and looked at the time. "But we better get rolling before Bill turns into a pumpkin."

Lisa put an affectionate hand on Jack's chest. "You're mixing fairy tales. You told me tonight was Alice in Wonderland." Lisa said with a laugh and wiggled her hips, reminding Jack of the playboy bunny suit she wore. "But never mind, Let's do this." Only then did they notice Bill standing behind them, listening to every word.

Jack pointed to the curtained alcoves in the back near the BDSM stage and gestured to Bill, "Let's chat a minute." Bill nodded, then Jack led Ashley by her leash to the booth, simultaneously indicating Bill to follow them.

Lisa started to move to intercede, but Vic reached out and stopped her. "Let them talk."

Lisa was far too focused on the trio going towards the back room to relax and return to dancing. This wasn't the plan, or at least not what she imagined the plan would be. In truth, she hadn't thought much beyond convincing Bill to come tonight. The man, noticing her discomfort, said to her. "I am Vic. Let me buy you vodka." Lisa just shrugged and started walking to the bar on the opposite side of the club.

Jack ushered Bill into the curtained booth and sat at the bench opposite him, Ashley close behind. "I'm going to be real with you, Bill. Your wife told me she wanted to collar you and make you her slave, as I have with Ashley here. But that's not how this works. You need to consent to it; you have to want it and enjoy it."

Bill just kind of sat in silence, unsure of what to say.

"I'm not going to pretend to know what you two are going through. I am certainly not going to pretend to care. What I can tell you is that things are going to get real freaky tonight unless you head home right now."

Bill chuckled, using humor to hide his discomfort. "The kind of things Prince would sing about?"

Jack smiled, sharing in the pop culture reference. "Exactly."

Bill smiled at this; his own libido was insatiable, and an opportunity to walk on the wild side, even just once, was too tempting to refuse. It was true he had cheated on Lisa, and for that he felt some shame. Being her submissive was a way to atone. If only for a night.

Jack stared back at him, his eyes unwavering. "So which is it? You in or out?"

Bill cocked an eyebrow and asked his first genuine question all night, "Isn't there a safeword or something?"

The other man grinned slightly, then reverted to his stern demeanor. "Your safeword is 'No', 'stop ', or any variation thereof. We aren't getting into 'no-means-yes' play on your first rodeo."

"What am I agreeing to exactly? I need to know." Bill asked, hoping Jack would tell it to him straight, and not be coy as Lisa would be.

"Like I said. Real freaky stuff. Some impact play, a lot of naked sweaty bodies. You're probably going to feel like shit in the morning." Jack replied with a shrug. Much to Bill's disappointment, Jack didn't go into details.

"Like a hangover?" Bill asked.

Jack gave a knowing smile accompanied by a thousand-yard stare that Bill wouldn't understand until much later. "Worse: Shame. But I promise it will pass."

Bill let out a long sigh. "I'm in." He hated to admit it, but that sounded like exactly what he needed right now. Even if Lisa divorced him tomorrow, at least he could say he had a good time.

With a great big smile and a bit of fanfare, Jack produced a white molded leather bunny mask from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Ashley. She put it on without being told, as if she knew exactly what to do. The mask covered the top half of her face; it had a slightly angular shape to it. Making what would normally be an innocent bunny rabbit into something mildly intimidating and feral, and also oddly sexual. Jack unclasped the leash around Ashley's collar, then gestured for Ashley to stand.

Jack locked eyes with Bill and spoke, "In that case, I suggest you follow the white rabbit and see how deep this rabbit hole goes." Bill glanced over to see Bunny-masked Ashley had pushed open the curtain and was offering her hand to Bill.

The back room of Ground Zero was the live BDSM performance stage. Never too explicit. No one ever saw genitals or penetration, but the performance with whips and restraints was still enjoyable to anyone who had that particular kink. Bill was led past the crowd sitting in old repurposed church pews and brought straight to the St. Andrew's Cross in the middle of the stage to a raucous cheer from the crowd.

Jack took a seat at the front center pew, with Lisa already waiting for him. He brazenly put an arm around Lisa as he settled in to watch the show.

The dominatrix at the center stage was wearing a corset, stockings, top hat, and little else. Bill immediately realized she was going for a Mad Hatter theme, but less children's cartoon and more circus from hell. And the woman looked great in it. The fact that he was surrounded by beautiful women dressed to show off all of their natural assets washed away the anxiety he was feeling as he stepped on stage.

Ashley spoke loudly for the audience, in a formal, performative tone, "Mistress Cristina, I have brought a new slave for you."

The dominatrix smiled. "Thank you, slave; you will assist me tonight."

Ashley responded with a silent curtsey.

The dominatrix didn't say a word before grabbing Bill's wrist and holding it up against the cross while Ashley strapped his wrist down. The same was done for the other wrist, and then the ankles. He was restrained, but the binds were weak and loose. More for show than confinement.

Ashley took a pair of trauma scissors and handed them to the dominatrix. She then began cutting off his clothes. This produced a gasp from Bill, followed by another from the audience. Cutting clothes off was apparently well outside the normal performance. Bill was down to just his boxers when the cutting stopped. He was nearly naked now, but the humiliation and the restraints aroused him. His cock was getting even harder, threatening to push itself through the fly in his boxers.

Moving to block the crowd's view of Bill's form, the dominatrix reached into Bill's boxers and tucked his cock back in. Giving it several gentle squeezes while doing so. She smiled at him while she did so. A devious, knowing smile that just made Bill get even harder.

The domme then leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "See your wife sitting next to that man? They fucked just two nights ago."

Bill was pulled away from the distraction of the women around him with these words. "What? No. Impossible." Bill responded, rejecting Cristina's statement outright.

"Yes," the domme purred, "And now you are going to watch it while I half-heartedly spank you".

"What? I don't understand." Bill asked, genuinely confused.

Ashley then turned her back to the crowd and held a cell phone close to her chest, directly between her tits. It took Bill a moment to focus on the image when he saw the video playing on the device. It was definitely Lisa and Jack. And they were indeed fucking. The sound was muted, but Lisa's enthusiasm and his own experience with her let his own mind fill in her moans with perfect clarity.

The dominatrix let a hand run down to his boxers and gave his cock the slightest squeeze, then purred with approval, "Good. Get nice and hard watching your wife fuck. Get used to it too."

Bill watched the video, mesmerized. Watched his wife gyrate on top of another man. He barely noticed he was being flogged while he gazed transfixed at the smartphone. The crowd was counting each strike. He was counting the moans Jack was making his wife produce. He was so transfixed he didn't notice the performance had ended. The flogger stopped hitting him, the crowd stopped counting, and Ashley stopped the video, but his cock was hard. Very hard.

Ashley then stepped away, giving Bill a clear view of Jack and Lisa, sitting directly in front of him. Lisa blew Bill a kiss, an evil grin, then kissed Jack on the lips, keeping one eye locked on Bill the whole time.

The dominatrix took a step back. Motioning for Jack to join her. Jack stood up, untangling Lisa from his lap in the process, and stepped onto the stage. He leaned in close and whispered into Bill's ear. "Last chance, say 'no' right now or you're going deeper into the rabbit hole."

"What about my clothes?" Bill asked, confused.

Jack smiled a mirthful grin. "You're a slave now. You won't need them."

"And if I say 'No'?" Bill asked, feeling extremely vulnerable. Nearly naked and spread-eagled before a crowd.

"I call you an Uber, and you have an awkward ride home," Jack replied, his tone indicating disappointment.

Bill swallowed and hesitated slightly before speaking, "And if I don't?"

Jack crossed his arms, one corner of his lips rising slightly. "I put a black bag over your head, you're led out the back door of this club, and I take you to an undisclosed location."

"To what? Murder me?" Bill asked more as a delaying tactic than actual curiosity.

The domme, listening in from just inches away on the other side of the cross, let out a snicker, then covered her mouth to hide a deeper laugh.

"What?" Jack said, surprised. "Don't you get it? We're going to fuck your brains out."

"Well, I can't say no to that," Bill said with a laugh. "But why the hood?"

"I have a flair for the dramatic." Jack spread his arms wide and did another turn before the crowd. Drawing a fresh round of cheers. "It's more fun this way. But I need you to say it."

"Say what exactly?" Bill asked, but he knew the answer.

Cristina leaned in and whispered in Bill's ear as Jack stood aside, giving the crowd a full view, "Repeat after me nice and loud: 'Lisa is my Mistress, I am her slave. And I want to be used and abused by her and her new kinky friends.'

Bill repeated the words exactly, in a resigned, monotone voice. The crowd cheered, thinking this was all part of the act. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion. He was horny as hell, while also humiliated. As soon as he finished speaking, Ashley leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then let her lips slide down his cheek, then neck, stopping at the space of skin just below his navel. He could feel her nipple piercings drag along his skin the entire way. Ashley then turned to face the crowd, giving them a curtsy and a smile. The crowd cheered again.

Jack then pulled a black bag from his jacket and pulled it over Bill's head. His restraints were removed, and he could feel himself being led by the collar. The crowd cheered as he was led off the stage. He heard a door open; a blast of chill air hit his skin as he walked a short distance before being helped into a car. Someone was sitting next to him. Someone who smelled very nice and had soft skin. Definitely feminine, but it wasn't Lisa. He assumed it was Ashley. He caught the edge of a conversation taking place just outside the car.

"Take Vic too." A woman's voice said. Bill suspected it was the dominatrix.

Jack responded, "You're not coming, Cristina?"

"No," Cristina said regretfully. "My time of the month. I'll ruin the fun."

Jack chuckled, "Yeah, thanks for being considerate."

Cristina gave Jack a quick kiss. "I'll see you next week. Keep Jen safe for me until I'm off the rag. Or at least check in on Paul to see how He's handling her. I want her to think I actually dumped her for a few days.

"You're evil." Jack shot back approvingly. He didn't mean it as an insult; it was genuine appreciation.

"I know," Cristina said seductively. "Make sure you get a recording of whatever you do to this new slave tonight. I'll definitely want to add this to my spank bank. I hate that I'm missing out on corrupting a vanilla."

Jack kissed Cristina one last time before speaking, "I know. But it's for the best; tonight is about Lisa. I'm just here to help her along. You'll get your chance with him in the future. Lisa is very tame compared to you."

"Don't sell yourself short, Jack," Cristina lightly chided him. "No one comes up with predicament scenarios quite like you. Remember the rocking horse?"

Jack laughed, "How could I forget?" But wanting to get moving, Jack cut the conversation short. "I need to go."

"Yeah, my nipples could cut glass out here," Cristina complained loudly.

Jack laughed again. "Ha, yeah. Sorry about your coat. Jen has decided to borrow it."

"So I hear," Cristina said, with great annoyance, then gave him one last kiss. "See you soon."

Then Bill felt himself being pushed into the middle seat as another body slid into the back seat of the car. This could only be Vic taking up the seat to the other side of him. A hand reached down and pulled his cock through the fly of his boxers. Thin feminine fingers began teasing the tip in slow circular motions. Bill leaned back and relaxed into the seat. He had a feeling tonight was going to be a good night.