Tiffany smiled at Kathy as she saw her new outfit. "Mm you look good, very sexy... Those clothes won't be staying on for long and you'll be receiving your orgasm soon." She clipped a leash to Kathy' collar and led her out of the bedroom, taking her down to the garage and leading her to the car.
She pulled away from the estate with a wry grin, "maybe I'll take you clothes shopping again. We had such fun last time after all, also maybe a nice dinner is in order. I'll have to get you a nice dress for that though. Unles you have one that is."
The conversation was trivial for the duration of the car ride. Tiffany drove them into the city and down to the club district. Pulling up at a grand building with a sexy valet girl waiting. The neon sign showed women dancing on poles, some getting spanked by other women and bright red letters that read The Den.
Tiffany let the valet take the car and led Kathy into the club by her leash, this seemed odd but by the time they entered the realized why when Tiffany said, "This is my favorite bdsm club in town... We'll be meeting my friend Yvette and I expect you to be a good girl as usual."
The building wss lit with dim overhead lights, the walls were a dark gray with purple backligjtinf behind black couches. There were couches all around, surrounding stages. Some of the stages had poles and women dancing on these poles, a few had cages with simikar dancers and others had various sex shows. A woman tied up and getting fucked with a blissful look on her face or a woman being spanked by a dominatrix.
The servers dressed in black corsets with matching thongs and getter belts, black leggings (some wore fishnets) and high heels. Their necks were adorned with black collsrs with red trim and a large red D in the center right above the ring.
Along with the servers were women in various costumes; a slutty bunny, a slutty nurse, a slutty cop, etc. These girls were going from booth to booth, some sat in patrons laps, others kissed and still others joined in with the entertainers on stage. Kathy saw a few be led away to elevators, presumably for a private session.
The music thrummed through the club, a low bassy song that shook to the core of the soul and added to this hedonistic wonderland, there was a constant haze of smoke in the air that smelled strongly of sweat, alcohol and perfume.
While some people watched Kathy walk by, it wasn't because she was collared. At least half the patriots wore collars. Many men and women satin their knees, dresses as slutty if not sluttier than Kathy was with their owners holding their leash. Some of them would flirt with the costumed women or the drink servers, some with the dancers but most stayed with their owners.
There were blown up black and white photographs of erotic scenes, most were extreme close-ups but that only made it better. One that struck a chord with Kathy was of a pair of breasts, a chain leash running between them while a crop seemed to be dragged over one. The slave's skin was covered in goosebumps from the sensual touching. "Ah, it eez one of my favorites." Said a voice Kathy didn't recognize.
Standing before her and Tiffany was a beautiful redhead. She was tall and slender, drrssed in a white dress that held her curves well. She had big breasts and a firm behind with long, strong legs. Her heels matched her white dress and creamy skin. Her hair was curly and fell down around her and her eyes were bright green and filled with mischief.
This particular woman had two leashes with two slaves on them. One was a pretty girl with curly black hair, equally large breasts and a firm ass. She had olive skin and was dressed only in a black bra, panties and stockings with her heels while the other was lightly tanned with electric blue hair. Her breast were a tad smaller than the other slaves's but her butt easily made up for it. She was dressed the same.
Tiffany smiled wide at the woman and held out her arms, "Yvette! You look wonderful!"
The redhead embraced Tiffany and spoke with a surprisingly strong french accent, "as do you mon cherí, and this eez your slave eh?" She looked Kathy up and down with a smile. "Oui, she is as beautiful as you described to me. You must be very happy."
Tiffany smiled and looked back at the photography of the breasts with the riding crop, "you said this was your favorite?"
Yvette nodded, "Oui, mainly because Diane was the model." She tugged at the leash of her black haired slave, her cleavage did look wuote like that of the photo. Yvette smiled at them again. "shall we retire to my private room?"
Tiffany smiled, "we shall. Come along Kathy." She tugged Kathy's leash as she followed Yvette. Her slaves walked with Kathy until they all entered one of the elevators, then they dropped to their knees. The doors slid closed and cut them all off from the club as the elevator rose.
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