At the club.
This club I know about was having a BDSM night, so nancy and I decided to go. Just recently we’d decided to enter into a full-on D/s arrangement, and this would be a chance to be semi-public about it. We had fun, but one of the problems with that kind of thing is anytime you get a large group of people together, there’s bound to be some idiots.
There we are at a table with some friends, like a good slave nancy’s kneeling on the floor, when she notices my drink’s almost empty. so she asks permission to get Me another. I give it, and she kisses the top of My boot and goes to get it. As she’s on her way back this guy intercepts her. I’d noticed this guy eyeballin’ us all night long, especially nancy. For that, I couldn’t exactly blame him since under any circumstances nancy’s gorgeous, and tonight she came dressed to impress. her skirt (what there was of it) was leather, the croptop exposing her flat little tummy was black satin (or something like it)and her honey blonde hair was in pigtails.
Just by talking to her this guy was pushing his luck as far as I was concerned, but I didn’t think he was gonna leave it at that. Sure enough when she shook her head no and started to walk away, he grabbed her arm. Either this guy was a complete moron, or he thought the club was dark enough that I wouldn’t see him. I thought both. My legs tensed wanting to stand, but I held off, I wanted to see how she would handle this.
she carefully set My drink down on a nearby table, saying excuse me to the people sitting there (of course I didn’t hear her, it’s just the way she is). Then she reversed the elbow he was holding driving it into his stomach. This didn’t do much to him actually, but it put him off balance for her next move. her hand dropped down to his crotch and did the gst (grab,squeeze,twist), then her foot went behind his heel (that part I surmised from the results) then with that leverage and her grip, knocked him to the floor. A huge grin spread across My face, she’d done everything just the way I’d taught her. she picked up My drink and headed back to our table. I met her halfway and kissed the top of her head to let her know I was proud of her, then continued on to have a chat with idiotboy.
He was still on the floor when I got there. I actually helped him up. He didn’t even bother to say thanks for that! Somehow I was unsurprised by his lack of manners. I don’t think he realised at first who was helping him. With a big shit-eatin’ grin on My face I said “Feisty isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” he answered. Then he got a good look at Me, and I think the trouble he was in started to dawn on him. Rex, the bouncer, was watching us now. We were friends and he’d seen what happened with nancy, so I knew I had some leeway, but I knew I couldn’t push that too far. Fortunately the area around us had cleared, so I had the space I needed.
I said “Of course I’m one proud poppa, since I taught her how to do that.” Then I hit him in gut, grabbed his shoulders, swept his legs and slammed him back to the floor. Once he was there I stepped on his throat.
He was gasping as I told him “You will never touch what is Mine again.” Then I pressed down on his throat to make sure he understood what I was saying. Once he turned a nice shade of purple I took My boot off of his throat and went back to My table. It was funny, I could actually hear him complaining to Rex as he was lead out.
That’s all for now. Oh. there’s still a lot of things to do to get this site the way I want it, so I’ll be changing things almost daily. So keep an eye out.
