On the Stage - Part 1 [M/f] [public] [consent] [jealousy] [possessive] [praise] [degradation] [humiliation] [no sex]

Hiiii, this one got a little long so I had to split it in two.

Part 2

The car engine’s rumbling was a comfort I struggled to let go of once Archer pulled up and parked the car.

It felt as though I would melt into my seat for a few moments. I had to take several deep breaths, wiping my sweaty palms on my dress, to feel normal again.

Archer, of course, noticed my anxiety.

Reaching over, he placed a large, warm hand on my naked thigh, which he squeezed in comfort. “You have nothing to be worried about, darling,” he said. “I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

I looked over at Archer, nervously meeting his gaze. He looked so handsome and in control, wearing that suit of his with his dark hair swept back, his cleanshaven face resting in his palm. It was a comfort, to be honest, seeing Archer so dominant and relaxed.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he gently probed. I looked away, twirling my fingers together in my lap.

I shouldn’t be so nervous, but I couldn’t help it. We’d discussed this extensively, and the people we were meeting here were friends, but they’d never seen me like this.

Oh, but they knew. They knew what Archer was to me and I to him in our private lives. That we greatly enjoyed a kinky lifestyle, oftentimes outside of the bedroom, too. But whenever we hung out with them, we’d exited the scene and just been an ordinary couple.

But tonight was different.

Tonight we were all meeting at a club one of our friends owned, and tonight it would be themed around kink and sexuality.

At least there was that, I supposed. I wouldn’t be the only submissive here.

But even so, it terrified me to show this part of me openly. I wasn’t ashamed, but it was still a big step to show our friends how we were in private.

But I would do this. I wanted to do this. Not for Archer, but for myself, because I knew myself well enough to be sure that I’d enjoy myself, if only I could get over this hurdle.

“Baby?” Archer pushed, and I turned to face him again.

“I’m just a little nervous, I guess. I’m sorry.”

He gave me a gentle, soothing smile. “Don’t apologize. This is a lot, I know.” He waved a hand towards the club in front of us. “But I’m here. And you know everyone will be respectful and caring.”

“I know.” I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.

A minute passed of Archer stroking my leg. “Remember all you need to do is say your safeword, and we’ll leave. No questions asked.” I nodded, then took a deep breath for courage. “Ready to head in?”

I nodded again. “Yes, sir.”

Archer grinned at my demure submission. “Good. But first,” he grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, and already I felt the beginnings of subspace creeping in, “some rules.”

I knew what he was going to say, but I nodded anyway, urging him on.

“You will be respectful, demure, and submissive tonight. You will stay by my side unless I tell you otherwise. You won’t wander off. You won’t make eye contact with anyone and you won’t open your mouth without my permission. Is that understood, Bailey?”

The part about no eye contact and no speaking had been my idea. I wanted, more than anything else, to be thrust so deep into that comforting subspace that nothing else would matter but pleasing Archer. Being good for him, especially in front of other people, our friends, was such a tantalizing thought that it hadn’t taken much convincing to get me to agree to come here tonight.

But of course consent and boundaries were all established. His friends knew what I was okay with, and I trusted both Archer and them not to push me too hard, even though all this was definitely already past my comfort zone.

“Yes, sir,” I eventually said, and Archer let me go.

“Then shall we?” He grinned.

I couldn’t smother my smile as Archer got out, rounded the front of the car, and opened the door for me. Grabbing his extended hand, I stood, looking up at him.

Even in my heels, he was still taller than me. I’d worn a simple black cocktail dress tonight, more practical than anything, and yet Archer’s eyes were intense and appreciative as he looked down at my bare legs.

Then he leaned in, hooking a thumb into the collar around my throat. His collar. Telling everyone in there that I was his.

“You look beautiful,” he said, giving me a quick kiss. “Now come on.”

I took his extended arm, and we began walking towards the entrance. As we got closer, I took in the building.

It was a converted warehouse, so it was large and spacious, though with a fairly drab and inconspicuous exterior. There was no neon sign broadcasting to the world that this was a kink club. Only a façade so bland you could easily drive past having no idea what went on inside.

I supposed they didn’t want just anyone coming here.

Once we got inside, the warm space and chatter of people greeted me. On the main floor sat several booths, tables, and chairs along the walls and strewn about, and in the very middle was a bar with a few stools around it. At the far back were two staircases leading to a balcony overhanging about half the room, and on both the left and the right sides were doors leading to more…private spaces.

It didn’t take long before Archer found our friends. It was an effort to keep my gaze down and my breathing under control as we approached them, and Archer greeted them brightly.

“Hi, guys,” my husband said as we stopped in front of the couple.

“Oh, you made it!” Mira exclaimed, leaning forward to hug Archer. Her husband Travis hugged him next, but then they fell quiet.

And oh, God, this was mortifying. I could feel their eyes on me, and I could just barely see their grins out of the corner of my eye.

We’d known these two for years, and all of us had seen the others naked before, and yet I’d never felt as laid bare and exposed as I did now. My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest, my hands wringing together, and I just could not calm my breathing.

The only one who considered this silence awkward was me. I knew the three of them well enough. They were enjoying watching me squirm.

Finally, Travis broke the silence. “You both look radiant, if I may say,” he teased. Then his feet were right in front of my own, and my eyes were looking down at his broad chest. His hand came closer to my face, as though to grab it. “May I?”

I knew the question wasn’t for me.

I saw Archer nod out of my periphery, and then Travis grabbed my chin between his fingers and tilted my face up. Our eyes locked, and he grinned at whatever he saw.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, tilting my face side to side. I had to bite my lip to contain my nervous smile. “So docile and submissive. Not like she usually is.”

That made both Mira and Archer chuckle, and I would too, were it not for how nervous I was.

Because, yeah, I could be a bit of a loud firebrand when Archer and I weren’t in a scene. And considering our friends hadn’t seen me like this before, it was no wonder that Travis had to comment on it.

But then he said, “I wonder how obedient she is, though,” and looked at my husband.

Archer chuckled, leaning close to my ear. “Kneel.”

The word was said with such a brazen authority and command that my knees buckled, as though urging me to obey before I could even think about it.

But here? We were far from alone in the club, and although there were dozens of other kinky couples around—some in various stages of undress, and some even wearing bondage gear—it felt mortifying to kneel on the ground, in the middle of all these people.

But I wanted to be good. I wanted to obey, and to make my husband proud.

So I dropped to the ground.

My naked knees dug into the hard, cold floor. I still looked up at Travis, even as my husband commanded, “Hands behind your back.” I did as I was told. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

It felt like I was on a dissection table as I obeyed each and every command of his, but I did so with little hesitation. And despite how embarrassing this felt, I could still feel my underwear growing damp between my thighs. I was sure they knew it, too.

But then, before I could stop him or withdraw it, Travis had my tongue gripped between three fingers.

I let out a pathetic little sound as he squeezed it just tight enough to hurt. His knuckles on his free hand stroked down my blushing cheek next, and he looked down at me reverently.

“God, I can just imagine the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock.”

My heart jumped.

“Careful, Travis,” my husband warned, leaning closer to grab the side of my face. He pulled me close to his leg, possessively covering half of my face with his hand. “She’s mine.”

Travis still had my tongue in his grip as he huffed a laugh and said, “I don’t suppose you’d consider sharing her?”

“I could be persuaded.”

I frowned, turning to face Archer, but he only looked at me and said, “Don’t act like you don’t love the idea of that, Bailey.”

I shivered at his tone. He was right. The idea did excite me a little bit, though it was also kind of terrifying.

It seemed to excite Mira too. “Oh, all the fun we’d have with you…” she said, grinning down at me. She looked beautiful in her silver dress and high heels, powerful and regal.

“Stand up,” Archer ordered, and I obeyed, quickly finding myself tucked into his side with his arm around my waist. I looked down at the floor again, ever the meek and submissive pet.

“Oh, hi, guys,” a new voice said from behind me and Archer. I twitched, instinctively trying to turn to face her, but Archer’s fingers dug into my side in warning.

A gorgeous woman came up besides our little group. I couldn’t see her face, but I could barely make out a shapely body in a tight red dress right next to me, long, golden legs standing on a pair of strappy heels that brought her to my height. A curl of blonde hair hung just over her breasts, making it such a damn struggle not to look up at her face.

“Hi, Zoey. I thought you were working tonight?” Mira asked before hugging the other woman.

“Oh, I was,” she said, pulling away. “But I heard Archer was bringing his wife tonight, and I just couldn’t miss that…”

I felt her eyes on me then, scrutinizing me. I didn’t know if it was better or worse that she was a stranger, seeing me in my submissive role, but I just had to stand there and wait for his instruction.

“This is Bailey,” Archer said proudly. “Go ahead, baby,” he urged me. “Introduce yourself.”

Finally, I met the woman’s eyes, and I was so struck by her beauty that it took me far too long to muster a weak, “Hi, Zoey.”

She grinned. “Well, isn’t she pretty?” The words were mocking but playful, holding no malice, only curiosity and a flirting edge.

The four of them chatted between each other for a while, occasionally asking me for input here and there, but for the most part, I was merely Archer’s pretty girl on his arm, there to serve him and make him proud, nothing more.

It was surprisingly easy to fall into that role. I didn’t know what else we would do tonight, but if this was it, I’d consider it a good time. Just as I’d wanted and predicted, I felt myself slipping down, down, down, deep into that submissive state of mind, where all that mattered was Archer.

I felt safe and cared for, most of all, so small under his thick arm. It felt good to have his possessive claim over me, like nothing or no one could take him from me.

It was a few minutes later before Archer asked Mira, “Before I forget, can I see that thing we talked about?”

That thing was apparently not something I was privy to, as Mira just hummed and said, “Sure, you wanna come have a look at it now?”

My husband nodded. When his hand slipped away from my side, I felt its absence like a phantom limb.

He stood in front of me, grabbing my cheeks to make me face him. “I’m going with Mira and Travis for a few minutes. Will you be okay at the bar?”

“But…sir, alone?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but then Zoey butted in, “I can stay with her.” We both looked over at her. “Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.” She smiled.

“Is that okay?” Archer asked me, looking down at me again.

Zoey had a relaxing atmosphere about her, like everyone she encountered was better off for it. There was something about her that made me want to stay with her. That she was a woman certainly helped.

“Yes, sir,” I said, nodding, and Archer kissed me once on the mouth before slipping off with Travis and Mira, walking towards one of the side doors.

“Shall we?” Zoey extended an arm, and I took it as she led me towards the bar.

Once we sat and she’d ordered drinks for us, she began by saying, “I’m Mira’s colleague at the studio, in case you were wondering.” The photography studio, no doubt. “But I’m much more curious about you, Bailey. How’d you find your way here?”

I looked at her. “I, um, wanted to try something new, I guess,” I said with a shrug.

“But being your husband’s submissive isn’t anything new, I assume.” I shook my head. “Is it wrong that I envy him?”

“Envy him?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

She smiled. “That he gets to have you,” she said, pointedly looking me up and down. “That you submit to him. That you serve him. Wouldn’t that be the dream?”

“You’re single?” I asked.

“Oh, no.” She waved me off. “I have a girlfriend at home, but it’s an open relationship. Is yours?”

I considered her question for a long moment before answering, “Not really? I mean, he’s…um…shared me. Before.” I gulped at the admission. “But he’s always been there with me.”

Zoey took a sip of her drink, and I did the same. “How much would it piss him off if I kissed you right now?”

I nearly spat out my drink. “Kissed me?”

She tilted her head. “Isn’t that the fun part about being a submissive, hm? Pissing off your dom and making them punish you?”

I supposed so, but I’d come here with the intent of behaving, maybe even earning a reward at the end of the night.

But…The thought of pushing Archer made a thrill zap through me, too.

We’d discussed boundaries extensively before tonight, so I knew what was okay and not okay, consent and our relationship in mind. This was within those limits, but it would certainly make him react. I didn’t know if he’d be jealous, or possessive, but I suspected he would punish me for this regardless.

So with a nod, I leaned closer to Zoey, and she met me halfway.

Her lips were so soft against mine, and I could faintly smell her perfume and taste whatever she’d put on her lips tonight. I moaned softly, which made her grin, and she grabbed onto the back of my head to keep me steady. Her other hand grabbed my upper thigh, squeezing the sensitive skin, and oh, God—

The taste of alcohol swirled between us as our tongues met, tasting each other, and I couldn’t get enough. I leaned closer, deepening the kiss, but then her eyes opened and she grinned wider, and then—

A rough hand wrapped around the back of my neck as I was yanked back away from Zoey. I nearly tripped in my stool, but whoever had grabbed me held me steady with that firm grip. When I looked up, I found my husband staring down at me with a displeased frown on his face.

“Well, you’ve certainly kept yourself busy,” he seethed.

“And she was so very good at it, too,” Zoey teased, sipping her drink.

My husband shot her a glare that would make most people melt into the ground, but she only smiled proudly. “Zoey, I apologize for my wife’s disobedience and impulsiveness.”

“Oh, you have nothing to apologize for. I got what I wanted.”

I could almost feel Archer’s eyes roll as he sighed. “Which was…?”

Zoey looked up at my husband as she stood, grabbing her drink. “To kiss a hot girl and see steam come out your ears.”

Archer made to respond, but Zoey just hummed while she took another sip, wandering off into the crowd.

I couldn’t help but snicker at her brazenness and confidence. But I soon regretted that sound when Archer made me stand and twisted me around, pinning me to the bar top. His thick arms caged me in, leaving me nowhere to go as he seethed down at me.

I could only hope the bartender was anywhere else as Archer said, voice lethally low and dangerous, “Are you pleased with yourself?”

I bit my lip in an attempt to smother my smile, but it was useless. “A bit…”

A hand tugged at the hem of my dress, then moved beneath it.

“Archer!” I batted his hand away as best I could. “There are people around!”

“And there were people around when you thought you could kiss someone else and let her touch you.” His hand grabbed my thigh tight enough for me to wince. “Don’t you play with me.”

“I’m not…Just, please. Not here.”

His hand moved up and up, finally finding the useless fabric between my thighs. “You’re soaked.”

My cheeks flushed. “I couldn’t help it, sir…”

I gasped as he tucked my panties to the side, then slowly eased two fingers into me. “And who made you so wet, hm? Me or Zoey?”

“You, sir,” I said honestly. I’d been wet since we got out of the car. “Always you.”

“Good girl.” He pushed deeper, deeper, curling his fingers as his thumb pressed to my clit. “Because this is mine. The only hands you’ll feel on your soft skin are my hands. The only one who gets to kiss you is me. And the only one who gets to fuck your tight little cunt is me, Bailey.”

“God,” I moaned, gripping onto his shirt as he fingered me. “Yes, sir.”

He continued moving as he grabbed my face to kiss me. We both moaned, as there truly was nothing else quite like kissing each other, feeling our lips together and our tongues swirling.

I could feel eyes on us, but I didn’t know whose, nor did I really care at this point. I just wanted him, my husband, to touch me anywhere—everywhere. I wanted him inside me, his mouth on me, his cock reminding me I was his.

But this would have to do. After a night of this treatment, I could feel my climax approaching, and rapidly.

Archer, knowing me so damn well, pulled away just in time to say, “Come on my hand, baby. Let everyone see you’re mine.”

I obeyed.

It was a miracle I managed to keep quiet in the club, the music and idle chatter muffling my pleasured sobs, but anyone who looked over at the bar would see what Archer and I were doing. That didn’t stop the intense pleasure from shooting up my spine, every part of me giving in to him, to his touch and to his breathless praise. Only when I stopped shaking did he pull away, quickly sucking his fingers clean.

And then, of course, I saw Mira and Travis to my left.

“That was fun to watch,” Mira said, chuckling. “Nice little warmup.”

My skin turned flush with mortification, and I looked down at the floor again, if only to spare myself of having to look them in the eye.

“Everyone is getting ready, by the way,” Travis told Archer. Whatever that meant, I didn’t know.

Archer nodded at the couple, who quickly slipped away. My husband tilted my face up with a finger under my chin. “We made plans for you tonight,” he explained. “Something I was sure you’d enjoy. But, since you chose to disobey me so publicly, I’m going to repay you in kind.”

My beathing stuttered. “Wh-what do you mean?”

Archer merely grinned. “You’ll see,” was all he said.

I couldn’t utter a word of protest as he grabbed my hand and led me away towards one of the side doors. After walking for a minute, we entered a large room filled with people, so many that I could barely see above their heads to find whatever they were looking at in the middle of the room.

What I found made my heart stop dead in my chest.

Part 2