She walked into the changing room, knowing she had an hour to get ready. An hour might be overkill to some, but she had to be looking exactly how he wanted, or punishment would follow. As exciting as being punished was, the need to be a good girl overtook those exciting feelings.
Angel opened her locker and found the freshly cleaned uniform hanging there, waiting for her. She stripped out of her everyday clothes, even the underwear she had on, and started to get dressed, taking extra care with each item.
First, was the black lace panties followed by the matching bra. Her large peachy bum looked good in the black lace while her double G boobs fitted perfectly into her bra. A good amount of cleavage was on show, but not to the point of them spilling out. Next, was the black stockings with the lace trim, that thanks to her knee-length black pencil skirt, never got seen. After she zipped up the skirt, she put on the crisp, white, silk shirt.
The shirt always showed the black bra under it and she always had to have three buttons from the top undone, giving him just a little teasing view. Then came the black high heels giving her an extra few inches in height, but she knew he was still taller than her even with the shoes she had chosen.
Almost done, she put her long blonde hair up in a tight high ponytail and lastly added some bright red lipstick. Angel locked her locker and attached the small key to the back of her collar. She looked into the full-length mirror by the door and adjusted a few bits until she was perfect. She straightened her pink lace collar, so the small silver heart was in the middle of her neck. Attention to detail was everything.
The time told her that she had about twenty minutes left before he arrived, Master was never late. Angel headed up to the bar and went to her little section, it was made just for Master’s whisky and glass. There was also an old dark wooden tray for her to carry his drink to him. She polished the glass until it was sparkling. While doing her chores, the other bar staff arrived and greeted Angel.
Angel always replied, but her shyness always stopped her from going further, and she believed her collar always stopped them from saying more. They knew her Master, they knew his rules about his submissives. They weren’t about to risk their well-paid jobs, especially with the benefits of the club's exclusivity as well.
They often discussed her, amongst themselves though, most about how different she was now. They believed her shyness was due to all the naughty things she had done before becoming a submissive which they have either seen, heard about or been part of. Whose pussy and whose cock hadn’t she sucked or eaten of those who worked there.
Of course, they also discussed how only one woman who worked there had tasted Angel and how only one bloke had fucked her, which was her Master of course. Angel was a giver but kept herself for special people.
Angel stared at the clock, its second hand turning far too slowly. She waited until it turned eight o'clock precisely before she poured a whiskey and added one large ice cube before placing it on the tray and heading to the stage. She walked past eight, dark-red velvet sofas that were arranged in two circles around a small circular platform. Each had their little table in front of them.
As she reached the chair, Angel heard the front doors open. Her Master walked in, followed by Paul, a bloke who works for him. Angel took a sneak peek at Paul and her Master before putting her gaze back down. He was wearing his black suit, a black shirt, and a dark red tie. He looked good, but he always looked good to Angel. Even on the rare time she saw him in just tracksuit bottoms, he looked good.
“Good evening, Angel, how are you this evening?” he said, greeting her as he kissed her head lovingly.
Angel waited until he had taken his drink and sat down on his large brown leather chair, in the middle of the stage, while Paul stood behind him like a bronzed statue. Angel would never know how Paul wanted a sub just like her, he hand thought of a submissive that looked like his ex but acted like Angel many times. The orgasms he had over those thoughts were the best.
“I’m good. Thank you for asking, Master. I hope you are well and had a good day,” she replied while keeping her gaze down at the floor.
“I did, my pet. Don’t forget we have that important party coming in this evening. I expect you to make me proud of you as this could be a big deal for me. Now get into position as the doors will open soon,” he demanded of her.
Angel knelt to the right of her Master; she rested her head on his thigh like she always did. He connected the leash to her collar, the one he always carries for his submissives, and held it in his left hand. He started to caress her cheek and softly touch her hair with his right hand as she leaned into him. Angel sighed happily, almost purring like a kitten. She felt safe in this position.
Her Master always sits in his chair and watches over the guests in his bar. She never knows what he’s thinking, and he always looks so serious. Angel wouldn’t know he was thinking about the important decision he made today about his submissives which Angel knew she was just his submissive in this club but didn’t know if there were others.
“Pet, get a bottle sent over to the Smiths. I hear it’s Mrs Smiths' birthday,” he ordered. Angel brought her thoughts back to the room, while he held out his empty glass for her to take. He unclipped her from the leash.
“Yes, Master,” she said, holding out the tray for him to place his glass upon it.
Angel walked over to the bar and approached Dan.
“Master wants a bottle sent over to the Smiths. It’s her birthday. They are sitting at table three. Thank you.”
Angel didn’t wait for an answer she went and poured her Master another whisky, dropped in the ice cube and walked straight back to him. As she walked away Dan watched her closely, he watched how her body moved. As he popped the cork from the bottle of champagne he remembered popping his cock down her throat.
His signing bonus as the bar manager for this exclusive pub was a blowjob from Angel. It was a treat he knew he would only get once, as not long after that his boss took her as his submissive. Before that, he had heard she was called the extras girl. New staff got a gift from her before they started to work their first shift.
She had a real good mouth on her, Dan remembered, as his mind went back to that time walking into the room where she was waiting. She knelt by the chair eager for his cock. She pulled it out before he sat down and had it down her throat in seconds. Suddenly, Dan realised he had to calm down. He couldn’t do his job with a hard-on sticking out of his trousers. He pushed the thoughts away and promised himself an orgasm later while thinking about Angel.
Angel made sure to watch Dan take a bottle over to the Smiths and once they all had a full glass, they raised them to her Master from across the room. All he did was nod and continue to survey the room. Angel knew the Smiths were important to her Master but didn’t know why. Mrs Smith was particularly important to him because she was the businesswoman in their marriage.
Mrs Smith was so important to him that he even gave Mrs Smith some sexual pleasure by the way of Angel's mouth. Mrs Smith never knew it was from Angel as she was blindfolded but Angel's Master promised her the best cunt eater he could offer.
Master led her by her leash into the club's back room and Mrs Smith was already laid out on the bed, legs open, pussy on display. Angel crawled onto the bed and with the leash pulling at her neck her face was inches from the cunt she was ordered to eat.
Angel reached out with her tongue and pleasured the woman. Gripping her bum cheeks, Angel ate her out like she was starving. Mrs Smith covered her in cum, and Angel was quickly pulled away and out of the room by her Master as she licked her lips. Angel smiled at Mrs Smith but knew she was still clueless as to who had made her cum that day.
An hour later, one of Master’s men approached the stage and whispered something in his ear. Master again just simply nodded to him.
“Pet, table five, go and ask that gentleman to join me for a drink.”
“Yes, Master,” Angel replied and promptly walked over to table five.
“Good evening, sir,” she addressed the man, “my Master would like you to join him for a drink. Please let me show you to a seat next to him and I’ll get your order,” she told him, sweetly.