Good afternoon all on this chilly Saturday afternoon. So much to mention and then again I may edit myself to keep this from becoming Cedaresk. So what have I been up to? I ask myself that often of late. Well we have a date for departure on a new adventure. Heading to the Caribbean a week from Wednesday. The Trel and I have already shipped some clothing and important electronics in advance. The household down there have been notified and are making preparations for our arrival. I've retained my house keeper and two kids to remain and do the normal house duties while we are there and her husband will continue to run the grounds as he sees fit. Good people. Plus they are available to guide us about for the first week or so to help us get the lay of the land.
We are excited to do this.
As for other excitement this past Wednesday evening I made my reappearance of the White Queen at my favorite Goth/ Alternate Life Style bar. All my dark and moody associates got the heads up and came out in force. First time in almost two years for me to do a hangout with mostly strangers. As I prepared for the trip downtown it kind of took the Trel by surprise as she walked in on me dressing for the trip. She just simply said “How much more sexy can you make yourself?” I laughed and said “Well I have to work at it while you simply just need to walk into the room wearing a potato sack.” She blushed. Then I pointed at a sheet on the bed and when she pulled it back it was her outfit. Exactly like mine only dark reds and black trim.
So the outfits were leather corsets with matching leather waist coats, leather skirts, garters and stockings and heels. Elbow length gloves were optional. Panties were also optional. I chose to wear a jeweled plug as did the Trel. I added to her a nice bullet with me keeping the remote. She chose to not wear panties but kept them in her purse. We headed out about sevenish to meet and pick up my security team. Two lovely off duty officers of intimidating size. We grabbed a bite to eat to allow the ‘norms’ to stare a bit. Then off to the club. The real touch was the White Lincoln Towncar Limo with the appropriate plates. We pulled up in front of the club and there was a line. The Trel simply said, “Holy shit.”
I smiled and said … yep, this should be fun.
When the doors opened we got out and walked straight to the door… the noise from those in line just got quiet and we walked past and straight into the club. When we hit the foyer the DJ turned up Sammy Hagar's Heavy Metal.. my song.. And we walked into the crowd and straight to my table/ three quarter booth just off the dance floor. My girl Kate was waiting there in a matching green outfit, she is so cute. She is my watcher and picker of the sacrifices. Once we sat the music amped up and people were moving and shifting trying to get a look and see if it was actually me.
Side note. Just to get folks up to speed a bit. At this club it was always a dark and angsty place. Several bad fights had taken place there. And while I was in a dark and aggressive mood I wanted confrontation. Sooooo I went to the club dressed in all white leathers, just to stir the pot and create havoc. And it did. My first engagement became him and her shouting at me and me just laughing at them for being ridiculous assholes. The next had a rather mouthy female take a swing at me. Her face met the bar top. Finally I just turned and yelled that I was the White Queen and the rest of you can go fuck yourselves…then I bought the whole bar a round of drinks…. things calmed a bit. No cops. Just stares with bad intent.
The next time people were a bit more timid around me but I also had security. I got to know the owner and told him we could make a special night where he could make some big bucks as in promoting when the White Queen might arrive… he liked it.. and so the legend grew.. to the point of each table of drinks became tribes. And the tribes wished to gain my favor so one night I called to the tribes to send me their sacrifice. And each table sent someone up to the line on the dance floor and then stood there… that was the night I told Kate to go pick on. And told her to look someone a bit sheepish but also a bit daring in her mind. She picked well. I demanded a tribute from the young woman. It was her underwear. And she was to be my personal slave and servant for the rest of the evening. Plus the tribe whose tribute is picked gets drink discounts….
And yes I've abused some of my slaves over the past years. And they come to expect some sort of sexual exploitation. Nothing mind bending but just some unusual requests. And some of my past slaves have been very creative.
Okay this is becoming a novel.
So last Wednesday. We arrived and took our seats. I tipped our sever real big and told her we would need her attention all evening. Which is was amazing good at. Then time came for the offerings. Eight were sent up. The male was excused immediately, and as Kate circled and nodded to me and then looked for my reaction my eye fell on the one. Now you all know my fascination with the show Wednesday, well this twenty something had her nailed down to the look and the posture. Kate circled and whispered to her.. are you a player? And she got the look, the blink-less stare and the tilt of the head. Kate looked at me and smiled and she was chosen. Shouts of excitement came from her tribe. As she approached and simply asked for a tribute. She asked what I desired. I told her her panties and without a beat she reached under and pulled them off and handed them to me in front of everyone watching. I smiled. She sat with us. As she got settled I leaned close and said, … You look as tho you might enjoy my type of attention.
Looking through her bangs she replied. Are you threatening me with a good time?
I smiled. At one point we adjourned to the ladies room where I got to know my slave better. We managed to get her a good firm orgasm using only my fingers. Then I gave her a gift. A jeweled plug which we lubed and inserted right there. She was panting a bit once we got that toy in place. She stayed between the Trel and I the rest of the evening. Her delightful pussy was rubbed a lot that evening by us both. Plus I was keeping the Trel on edge with the bullet.
Once the evening wrapped up I told her she was released and it was a lovely evening. I took her number then asked her if she was ready for the evening to be over. She smiled and asked what I had in mind. So off the the downtown condo. She was blindfolded in the car and driven around for thirty minutes. Once there she was allowed her sight back as we entered the building and took the elevator to my condo. Once inside I nodded to the Trel and she undressed down to her stockings and heels. I looked at the slave and said… well?
She stripped down as well. She was lovely. She was delightful to look at. She stood very still as the Trel inspected her and felt her tits and rump. The Trel brought her into the living room and got her down on her knees and then the Trel helped me undress down to stockings. I took my place in my chair and the slave met my cunt and was directed to make me cum. She was good. She knew how to get me on edge. The only interruption was when the Trel began to finger fuck our slaves asshole a bit. Well more like butt plug fucking but it got our slave's attention. I did have a good hard orgasm and I held her face against me until I completed. Her tongue cleaned me nicely and then the Trel demanded the same and was rewarded. While the slave was distracted by that I got my strapon and mounted a good length and thickness dildo and as the slave finished up on the Trel I grabbed her hips and pressed up into her cunt.
There was a gasp that slowly became a long low moan and groan. I rode her from behind for a long time. The Trel worked her tits the whole time. She finally gave up a squirting orgasm. And to be honest I wanted to fuck her asshole but I figured as tight as she was with the plug I should probably not force that upon her as well for the evening.
Once I was satisfied we allowed her to rest for a bit.
Then the questions from her began which I fielded and responded to. After about an hour I told her to get dressed and my driver would take her home. She asked if we might want to play again sometime. I told her that it was a rather good chance for that. But not to stress if it doesn't happen right away.
The Trel got her picture and her information for possible play in the future.
Once she left, at four in the morning, The Trel was horny and so I rode her as well.
Thursday was a slow day for me. Tired.. I don't know why.
Have a lovely weekend.
Faith