I think I might have been a little too bratty….

A ripple of apprehension rolls through my body. My Master has taken his time positioning me.  My stomach lays against a leather padded bench, my bottom pushed back, resplendently displayed.  He has spread my legs apart and each ankle is firmly tied to the legs of the bench, my pussy exposed and growing wet with nervous anticipation.

A belt around my waist holds me tight against the bench.  Above my waist the bench narrows, and my full breasts hang down either side, swinging slightly with any movement of my body.

Finally, my Master lifts my chin slightly, resting it on the bench.  He kisses my lips softly, knowingly, before sliding an o-gag into my mouth and using the strap to secure it in place, my wrists handcuffed either side of my face.

I know I am safe with him, but the vulnerability of my position, in the middle of a sex club is dangerously arousing. A cool thrill passes through me as he arranges a selection of toys and implements on the table next to me.  Some I delight at the sight of, others I detest.

And now I watch and wait, confused, as he writes on a little board.  Even without the gag I would have known not to enquire what he was doing; I was already in enough trouble today for excessive back-chatting to my Master.

With a playful grin he finishes writing with a flourish and turns the board towards me. “I realise I have been an overly bratty submissive and I need a selection of Dominants to help remind me of my place, so I can serve my Master better in the future.  Please assist as you see fit!”

Excitement and fear intertwine within me.

My Master places a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Do you appreciate you have been too bratty?” he asks.

I nod contritely.  I want to argue, but I know he is correct.  And either way, I am not currently well positioned for arguing my point. “And you know you therefore need to be punished?”  His eyes bore into mine as he speaks. I nod again, my breathing quickening.

“So, you consent to this?”

I nod once more.

“Good girl” he soothes and runs a hand through my hair. He places a small bell into my left hand.  “If you need to safe word, drop this onto the floor.  Clear?”

My final nod seals my agreement to everything that is to come.

I glance around us.  I can see other Dominants moving around the room.  I feel as if they are sharks circling, looking for their prey.

Read on for Part 2