Free Sub's Night Out by K.L. Joy Page A

landed across my ass, shooting pleasure through my cheeks and into my hole.
    I moved quickly into the bedroom and, opening the bottom drawer of the bedside table, the toys shifted and a flash of silver caught my eye. The Ben-Wah balls, of course! No, if I were made to squat, it would be near impossible to keep them in. Rummaging through the drawer, I couldn't see any other options—my toys needed new friends. The balls it would have to be! I lifted them out of their case and placed one leg up on the bed, inserting them into my pussy one at a time. The string, I gently placed to the back of my opening to be out of sight if I were exposed. My turn to get one over on him; he would have to wait until later to see what I chose. Just as I was closing the drawer, I saw a butt plug that I had bought for a sub I'd been playing with, but as he was such a tight-ass, I never had a chance to use it. That might give him a clear message. Should I take it? Slipping it out of the drawer, without a second thought, I walked through the kitchen and dropped it into my bag. Another ace up my sleeve.
    Two large silver balls now sat firmly against my innermost lips, one next to the other, pressing gently against the walls of my cave as I walked. He was still on the table, and I moved past him as and dropped into the chair, crossing my legs in front of him. A resounding thud came from within me and he looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
    "I don't suppose you wish to share what that sound was?"
    "No." The smile escaped from my lips.
    "We'll just have to see, then." He placed his hands on my knees but this time I resisted; I was ready for the pressure. A frown crossed his face. I knew that I had displeased him.
    "You will open your legs to me—now!"
    "No," was my meek reply.
    "You know what the consequences are, don't you?"
    "Yes, I think so." The words were just a breath.
    "Well, I think it's time to go, then. You are ready?"
    "Yes." My voice, a little stronger this time, was still not showing confidence.
    With that, he stood up and walked out the door, leaving me to scamper behind him.
    The drive was quiet, no chitchat, I knew punishment for my indiscretion at the house would come later. We walked into the club, Sir leading. I followed with my head and eyes lowered respectfully. The owner was standing by the door. His gaze settled on me, and he knew immediately how to play the situation.
    "Good evening, Sir. Pleasure to see you both back again." The two men shook hands warmly while exchanging niceties. All the while, I stood with my hands clasped and head lowered.
    "You may speak," were the only words my Sir said to me.
    "Good evening, Sir; it is my pleasure to be back," I said to the owner.
    Placing his finger under my chin, he lifted my head to make eye contact with me. "You are most welcome. Please go up and enjoy your night." The accompanying wink told me that he knew exactly what was happening tonight.
    We walked up the stairs, and at the top, Sir pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was more like a choker necklace than a collar, though; I had never seen anything like it. Chrome plated leather, with a large ring attached to the V at the front. He pulled out a key and removed the padlock off the hooks at the back. He motioned me to turn around, and his arms came down around my head and shoulders. He opened it and placed it firmly around my neck. The lock clicked. Sir's arms moved away from me, and he reached into his pocket to retrieve something else. The weight of the padlock was pulling the collar backwards and placing enough pressure on my throat to make my breathing shallow. The chain lead was a welcome sight. Sir hooked it onto the ring at the front. A sort of balance was struck: tight, I breathed comfortably; loose, and I did not. The handle slipped over his hand onto his wrist and, grabbing the chain, he yanked me into submission.
    As I was led by my collar to the back room, my head down and eyes lowered, all I could see were the rows