a Master for D

        “Come on D, you have to go. You know you want to.”  Leslie gave her friend an exasperated look. “You can’t stay cooped up forever, besides we aren’t leaving until you agree to come with us.” To prove her point, Leslie grabbed Trina’s arm and pulled her down onto the couch beside her.
        Laughing at her friends, Deanna shook her head in protest. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to go anyway.”
        “Why not?”
        “It’s a costume party, what do I have to wear?”
        “Don’t wear anything, you can always claim to be Eve.” Trina joined in with the fun spirited bickering. “Hell if I had your body, I would go as Eve everywhere.”
        “Wouldn’t your boss just love to have you prancing around the office naked?” Leslie laughed at the image of shy, quiet Trina wandering around naked.
        “Ugh, don’t remind me. That old pervert has a hard on constantly now, always whining how his wife doesn’t understand him. Yeah like that is going to make me drop my undies and give him a pity fuck.”
        Laughing at their friend, D and Leslie both broke out singing Give it to me Baby.
        “You guys are disgusting, but I will consider giving the old fart your numbers.”
        “Don’t you dare.”
        “If you do that, don’t walk the streets at night, we know where you live.”
        “But seriously D you have to come tonight. It won’t be any fun without you.”
        “But I don’t have anything to wear.”
        “Tell you what, why don’t you wash your hair and take a shower. We will be right over after we get ready and bring you something that you can wear.”
        “I don’t know. There’s a good movie on tonight I was planning on watching.”
        “Tape it. You can watch it later. Come on Trina lets go before she backs out. We’ll be back in an hour D. You don’t want to screw up our ladies night now.”

        An hour later D sat in front of her dressing table brushing out her long red hair. She didn’t really want to go out but she knew she couldn’t stay hidden in her apartment forever, only going out for groceries and to work. She had become a recluse since Lance and her broke up two months ago.
        Trying hard to be brave in front of her friends, they were Lance’s friends before she met them, she was still hurting over the break up and several times had picked up the phone to call him but always hung up before it could ring on his side. She missed him and missed having him there with her. She missed them. The fight was stupid and shouldn’t have happened, but she was shocked by his suggestion that she should kneel on the floor for him and let him whip her ass. When he told her that he was a Dominant and into the BDSM lifestyle, that just blew her mind. What kind of sick, twisted person would want to be a slave and Master? It was indecent, against everything she was taught from a child, to let one have total control of her, she was taught to be strong and to stand on her two feet, not to back down and give up. Yet, why was the very thought of bending to his will making her tingle down below? Was she insane, just as sick as he was? No matter how much she denied it to herself, she was curious, intrigued at the thought of doing as another willed, she was excited at the image of being used and spanked, of having to obey and giving up control. Shaking her head as to clear the image from her mind, she grabbed her robe and threw it on as she went to answer the doorbell.

        “I can’t wear that, look at it, there’s nothing to it.” D cried out in dismay as she looked down at the offending outfit lying on the couch that her friends had selected for her. Were they out of their minds? The black lacey thing would barely cover her. At least the frilly white apron would offer some cover, but not much as it was short, skimpy and damn, see through. How could she wear that in public?
        “Get over it D. We aren’t wearing anything more than you would be.”
        Looking at her friends and for the first time taking noticed of what they were wearing, she saw that they were right. Leslie had on a tanned bra with matching panties that had a tail sticking out from her rear. Kitten ears were positioned in her hair. Trina also was attired in a skimpy outfit similar to hers, the only difference being she had on white and bunny ears.
        Cautiously she lifted the outfit from the couch and went to her room to change, regretting her decision to go that night. It was going to be a long night.

        Once at the party, D relaxed a bit after a few drinks and seeing that the other women there were dressed as they were. The men all had on black tuxes and white ties. What was unusual was that they each wore a mask of some sort to disguise their faces. The three friends found an empty table and sat there listening to the music and watching the dancers. It was not long before they were joined by different men asking them to dance. D always begged off from dancing but assured her friends that she would be fine sitting at the table while they enjoyed themselves. 
        Feeling bored and wishing she had stayed at home, D let her eyes wander around the room. Everywhere she looked, people seemed to be having a good time, she felt as if she was the only one in the room who wasn’t having fun, and she was missing Lance more and more. Her eyes came to rest on a tall masculine figure standing by the bar. He was alone and just standing there watching the dancers. His mask covered his face, but there was something about the lips, so inviting, so alluring and sensitive, that she couldn’t bring herself to take her eyes off him, off his lips. As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned his eyes in her direction, and with a slight tilt of his head he acknowledged her before turning his attention back to the dance floor.
        D was startled by the voice that came from her side. She hadn’t noticed anyone approaching her.
        “Come on baby tonight is your lucky night. Looks like you could use some company and as it so happens I am alone for the time being. Come have this dance with me and be thrilled beyond your wildest fantasies.”
        D was getting ready to decline this obnoxious offer but before she could formed the words he was grabbing her by the arm and literally lifting her from her seat. Not wanting to draw attention to herself she decided to go along with him instead of causing a scene.
        Once dragged onto the dancing floor her escort grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, extremely close. She was uncomfortable but felt trapped.
        “My name is Jeff and I am going to rock your world. Before the night is over, you will be screaming out my name and begging to have the chance to please me. If you play your cards right, I just might give you that chance.”
        D couldn’t believe she was hearing this guy right. Talk about overbearing asses! She tried to pull back from him but he only tightened the grip he had on her waist, pulling her in even closer, which she didn’t think was possible. He was holding her lower torso so close that she could feel his cock rubbing against her. She didn’t want to cause a scene but she didn’t want to stay in this oaf’s company either. She looked around desperately for her friends but could only see them from a distance and neither of them noticed her and her predicament as they were enjoying the attention of the dance partners that they were with.
        When she thought she couldn’t bare it anymore, the music ended and her partner led her back to the table. Leslie and Trina were already sitting at the table with their dance partners, enjoying a drink.
        “Hey D welcome back. Glad to see that you are having fun.”
        D shot Trina an icy glare and turned to Jeff to thank him for the dance and to dismiss him when Leslie invited him to join them at the table. She was horrified when Jeff accepted. Sitting in her chair, D tried to scoot away from him without being obvious, aware of her friends watching her and yes, Leslie was even smiling at them.
      D watched as Jeff swung his chair around and straddled it facing them at the table as if he owned the place. “Hey guys, my name is Jeff and I take it this lovely lady is named D. Jeff and D, nice ring to it. You guys must be her friends.”
        “I’m Trina, this is Robert, the goofball over there is Leslie and with her is John. Nice to meet you Jeff.”
        “Nice to meet D’s friends. I am sure we will get to know each other more. I intend on spending a lot of time with D from now on. Guess you could say I am thinking of making her my main squeeze. Wouldn’t you like that babe?”
        D pulled away from Jeff’s outstretched hand; she didn’t want him touching her anywhere. Just the thought of it made her feel nausea. “Umm, well Jeff I don’t think that would be a good idea. My parole officer warned me against forming any relationships as that is how I ended up in prison to begin with.” Kicking Leslie under the table to stifle her friend’s laughter, D kept a straight face as she looked into Jeff’s startled eyes, “It wasn’t really my fault to that I was there, I had warned Bill plenty of times that he was getting on my nerves and to stop talking, but he wouldn’t listen, so I had to shoot him in the mouth to get my point across. It was totally his fault. Hell who would have thought that they would send an eighteen year old to prison?”
        Fumbling around with his napkin, Jeff picked up his glass and with a slow look at her, he excused himself, saying he saw some of his friends come in that he wanted to go meet. Wishing them a good night, he made his exit before those gathered around the table let loose their laughter.
        “Damn girl, you do know how to scare them off don’t you?”
        “He was a jerk. No big lost there.”
        “A jerk is better than nothing. Come on ease up on the guys here. Loosen up and have some fun.” Seeing her friends disgusted look, Leslie relented and softened her words, “Ok so maybe he wasn’t the best pick of the bunch, but damn give some of the guys here a chance will ya? They aren’t all that bad.”
        Feeling disgusted with the way the night was turning out and with her friends, D barely nodded her head as they excused themselves for the next dance. Not wanting to catch anyone’s eyes and seem as if she was interested in anyone, D studied the patterns on the drink napkins. The etchings there surprised her for they showed small intricate detailed drawings of girls kneeling before men’s legs, while other pictures depicted girls tied up with gags and blindfolds with a figure behind them in various positions,  some kneeling behind their legs, others standing over them and some in front. Some of the pictures even showed the men using whips and canes along with other devices on the girls. Disturbed but also fascinated by the drawings, D couldn’t stop studying them. They were so different from anything she had ever seen before. She felt the flutter of anticipation rise deep in her belly and a burning beginning to heat up in her lower regions. She didn’t understand her reactions but only knew that the drawings made her long for something and made her think of Lance even more. Maybe she should give him a call tomorrow.
        She felt rather than saw the presence of someone joining her at the table. She barely looked up to meet the gaze of the person sitting next to her. Damn, just what she didn’t need, another one after her and damn the masks for making it impossible to see the faces. Her new joined companion just sat there looking at her without saying a word. There was something in the way he stared, not taking his eyes off her that made her feel uneasy and she willed the dance to be over soon so that she would no longer be alone with this intruder. She didn’t know if he was waiting for her to speak first and to invite him to stay or what. She couldn’t speak as she was feeling too uncomfortable but she was resenting his intrusion.
        Looking around the room for her friends, she was relieved when the music stopped and the intruder stood up to leave. She was surprised that before he left her, he handed her a slip of paper. Unfolding the paper she couldn’t understand the meaning of the number that was printed there. 7, that was all that was written. Before she could question him, he was gone. 
        Before long her friends rejoined her minus their dancing partners. She was just opening her mouth to tell them about the stranger and the paper when her friends saw it in her hand.
        “Oh wow, you got one too. Let me see what room you were picked to join.” Leslie snatched the paper from her hand. “Yessss, we were invited to the same room, this should be fun.”
        “What are you talking about? What room and what will be fun?” D couldn’t make sense of what all the fuss was about.
        “In fifteen minutes the ones granted the paper will meet in the room that was selected for them and then there will be a game like a scavenger hunt. It’ll be fun.”
        “Like a scavenger hunt? What exactly will we be hunting, what will we be doing?”
        “You’ll see, and you won’t be alone. Trina and I will be there with you, we all have the same number. Look, other girls have papers in their hands as well.”
        Looking around the room, D saw that Leslie was telling the truth. All the girls seemed to be grouping together in small groups, looking at each other’s papers, and laughing about what was to come next. If everyone was doing it, it seemed harmless enough, but still she was unsure of what was to come.

        Fifteen minutes later, at exactly half past the hour, the DJ announced that it was time for the gentlemen to go their designated rooms. D watched as all the men left the main room, leaving their partners behind them. As soon as the room was emptied of the men, the DJ told the ladies it was their turns to find their rooms.
        Leslie grabbed her by one arm while Trina took her other arm and they lead her out of the room as if they were guarding her from attempting to escape and to be honest, by this time D wasn’t so sure if that wouldn’t have been a bad thing to do.
        Entering the room with their number, D looked at the guys that were lined up against the wall. There were three of them there, each with their mask covering their faces, each with something familiar about them but she wasn’t sure what it was. She joined her friends at the table and sat there waiting.
        She didn’t have long to wait. Five minutes of silence went by before the door reopened and a small woman entered the room. Standing in the center of the room with the men behind her and the friends in front, she took out a letter and proceeded to read from it.
        “This game is to see how well you know your Masters. One at a time each girl will walk over to the men and make their selection. You are not to ask questions or at any time will you try to look under their masks. You must pick out your Master write down on a slip of paper who you think is the one that you belong to and return to your seat so that another may have her turn. There will be no discussing this among yourselves and if you choose wrong, your Masters have consented that you may be used by the other Dominants in the room in any way they see fit to use you. Pick wisely and have fun.” 
        With the reading over, the woman left the room. D was too startled to make a sound. What was going on? What the hell? Masters, Dominants? Her friends? They had Masters? Was she crazy or were they all crazy? This couldn’t be happening.
        She watched as Leslie went first to the men, stood in front of each of them, studied them carefully, and came back to the table where she took up her paper and scribbled something down on it with the pen that was supplied for their use. Trina went next and went through the same routine. When she returned to the table, she also wrote something down on her paper.
        It was D’s turn. Hell she didn’t have a Master to choose from, she didn’t even really know what a Master was. She only knew that she didn’t belong here and she was surprised to learn that her friends felt at ease with the proceedings. Then she remembered that they were Lance’s friends before she met them, so maybe it wasn’t surprising at all considering the few words he had said when they had their last fight, the night she kicked him out for good. But still why drag her here? They must know that she wasn’t into this domination thing.
        Trina nudged her from her thoughts, gesturing her towards the men. Oh what the hell, D thought. It wasn’t has if she had to do anything but go and look at them up close. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t has if she had a Master to chose from. She would go look and return to her seat and when the unveiling was done and they saw she had written nothing down on her paper, she would leave. They couldn’t force her to stay and going through the action would please her friends and get this evening over with.

        Slowly crossing the room, D went and stood in front of each man. All of their eyes were expressionless, no emotion, no hint of laughter, no anything. There was nothing about either men on the ends that caught her attention, but in the middle, there was something and at first D wasn’t sure what it was, but she seemed drawn to him. After staring a bit longer, she realized it was his mouth, there was something about his mouth, the way it was set, the sensual lips that made her want to scream to be kissed by them. It was the tiny quirk in them that she recognized, that her body recognized, but she couldn’t place it. Leaving them she went back to her seat and picked up the pen. Not sure why, not even willing to question why, she wrote down the one in the middle instead of drawing the doodles she had planned on.
        Once she laid the paper down on the table, she looked up at her friend’s expectant faces. Not sure what to do next, she just sat there, not saying a word. There wasn’t any sound at all in the room. The quietness invaded her head, making her wish that she was anywhere but where she was. It seemed to last forever. Finally the door was opened and the petite woman reentered the room.
        “Ok ladies, it is now time for the revealing of your answers. Let see how well you know your Masters. Who will be first?”
        Trina stood up and without looking at her paper announced that her Master was on the left end. She went and knelt on the floor in front of his feet. Leslie stood next and said her Master was on the right end and she went and joined Trina in front of the men, quietly kneeling before the one she had selected. It was now D’s turn.
        Hesitantly standing up, D cleared her voice before reading what she had written on her paper. “The one in the middle is my Master.” She said nervously. Taking her friend’s lead, she went to the one she chose and almost scared of her actions, she knelt before his feet, not thinking about what would happen next.
        “Ok Dominants, please remove your masks and claim your slaves.” With that the woman again left the room.
     
        The first to remove his mask was the one in front of Leslie. His voice as he told Leslie to rise and come with him made D raise her head in surprise as that was the voice of Jeff, the obnoxious asshole who was bothering her earlier. She watched as they moved to the table together, with Leslie looking upon him with absolute love in her eyes. The next to remove his mask was the one that was in front of Trina. Trina gave a small shout of glee when she stared up at her Master’s face. She also followed him back to their table.
        Now there was only D and the one before her left. D looked up at him expectantly as he slowly lifted his mask away from his face. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the face of the one she loved. Jumping up she quickly moved into his arms, holding him close as she rested her head on his shoulder. She felt at home and safe.
        Pulling her away from him, Lance looked down in her tearstained face, “Come on and let’s join the others.”
        Leading her to the table, D only had eyes for him, she knew that she was ready to explore anything with him, to submit to him, she never wanted to go through what she went through these past few months without him again. She knew she was where she belonged and she wanted to belong to him.
        “D meet Jeff, he is Leslie’s Master. I understand that you two didn’t get off to a good start earlier, and I was surprised to learn about the time you served. Maybe later you will be kind enough to tell me about it.” D heard the laughter in his voice.
        Jeff stood up and took D’s hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you again. Don’t worry, I don’t bite and I know when to be quiet.”
        “Don’t believe everything he tells you D. He does bite, but only me.” Leslie laughed. “And believe me, he is nothing like he was with you. He only wanted to make you realize how lucky you are to have Lance here wanting to be your Master. There are so many jerks out there.”
        “Oh I know how lucky I am. Believe me, I really do know.” D leaned into Lance as she stood there.
        “D, meet my Master, Master Trent. If you don’t recognize him, he’s the one that gave you the paper with our room number.”
        Laughing out loud, D greeted Master Trent. After a few more minutes of discussion, Lance took D by her waist, told their friends good night and they left the room together.
        Looking up in the handsome face that she loved, D finally realized that he was the one that was beside the bar, the one that had caught her interest earlier tonight. Grinning up at him she finally got the nerve to ask him the one question that was troubling her mind.
        “If I hadn’t chosen you, would you have let the others used me?”
        “Would you have obeyed if I had told you to let them use you?”
        “I don’t know, a part of me wants to say no, but there’s a part that wants to say yes, especially if I knew it would please you. Would you have told me to?”
        Leaning down he kissed her on the lips before answering, “I guess this is something you will never know. Now about that spanking…”
        “Yes Master.”