Stephanie’s big night out

Stephanie slid elegantly into the cab, having effortlessly sashayed down some steps to reach the road. She looked sensational in her red cocktail dress, an outfit destined to make jaws drop in our destination disco. The club was a 20-minute drive away from my Lair, where a transformative makeover had been done. But it wasn’t just the makeup, lingerie, nylon stockings, wig, satin minidress, heels and jewellery that ensured Stephanie was ready for her first big night out. She was also mentally prepared, having been under my hypnotic spell, and had no fears or qualms about what awaited her. Normally she would have been nervous in this type of situation, but the triggers I’d planted in her mind earlier meant that she was at ease coming to a club for cross-dressers and transsexuals. In fact, Stephanie was ready to make an impression!

Although the two of us entered the club together, holding hands for moral support from Mistress, we wouldn’t be spending the entire evening together. Indeed, Stephanie had tasks to perform that I would be observing, mostly from a distance, but there were always reminders of who exactly was in control at all times! Stephanie’s cock cage held her tightly in place, and she was unlikely to forget about that while I was wearing its key around her neck on a chain, a powerful symbol of my ownership of her. Coupled with that, a sizeable buttplug was gently vibrating inside her, which I had the remote for in my handbag. But speaking of handbags, the number one priority once they were inside the club was to have a damn good boogie. So respective handbags were placed on the dancefloor as we two blondes strutted our stuff to some electropop the cool, leather-clad male DJ was playing. We were already turning heads, and we’d only just arrived!

A few numbers later and we both fancied a drink, so I sent Stephanie to the bar to get one for each of us. I was very proud to see her looking so confident in her minidress as she strode towards the bar in her shiny heels. As I sat down and made myself comfortable at a table, I noticed a well-built man chatting with Stephanie at the bar. She turned around as if to ask my permission to talk to him. I nodded, but grabbed my remote to edge up the vibration inside her butt. It amused me to watch her continue her conversation while trying desperately not to flinch! Despite that, Stephanie must have charmed him as I saw the guy pay for our drinks. Nice gesture, but I wondered what he expected in return. I couldn’t believe that it was to be non quid pro quo in a place like this.

Stephanie glided over to me, a flute of Prosecco in each hand, and handed mine over very gracefully. We sipped our drinks and watched the club fill up with cross dressers, their owners and their admirers, as I encouraged Stephanie to point out who she thought was hot around the club. The handsome DJ got the thumbs up along with a couple of hot Latin T-girls.

“What about the guy at the bar?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s okay…” she replied coyly.

“There’s a playroom here, isn’t there? Let’s check it out. It’s a bit early, but we might see some action.”

We wandered away from our seats in search of fun, across the dancefloor where the music was getting louder and the lights were getting flashier, to a room at the back of the club. We weren’t disappointed when we went in. The place was simmering with sexual tension, with a pleasing amount of play going on around us. A pretty-looking sissy in a short pink frilly dress, ball gag firmly in her mouth, was being spanked by her Mistress over a bench, while the two hot T-girls we had spotted earlier were playing at the cross, and taking turns to use a flogger on each other. I imagined Stephanie growing inside her cage as her eyes fell upon that scene, so gave

her a devilish jolt in her butt!

“Go and ask if those T-girls would like to play,” I ordered. Stephanie obediently set off, determined to complete her task. I watched from across the room as the hot Latin chicks with dicks in black leather lingerie exchanged some words with my caged lady and nodded approvingly, and within seconds they both had Stephanie tied to the cross, face to the wall. My turn to give a consenting glance, as the T-girls both proceeded to take on the dominant role and lift up Stephanie’s dress to reveal her pert bottom in nothing but skimpy black panties. Stephanie’s momentary Dommes were a delight to watch, using floggers on her Florentine-style, and creating quite the spectacle in the play space! She loved every stroke of the floggers against her butt cheeks as it coloured up nicely. All the while, I made sure her plug crescendoed to the peak moment of the scene, when a whip was produced to give her three short, sharp lashes…then some very tender bottom rubs from the two T-girls before she trotted back over to me gleefully.

Stephanie had loved being the centre of attention, but now it was time for a more intimate task. I had heard rumours about this legendary club and its notorious gloryholes in the unisex toilets! This was something that my slut had to experience herself.

I pointed in the direction of the infamous loos and goaded Stephanie on. “Go into a cubicle and be the biggest slut you can be. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I ordered myself another drink and sat myself down, remote in hand.

She told me later that she’d had a kind of epiphany at that moment. After all the strap-on cock-sucking training she’d done with me, she’d never done it for real until then. But while waiting there in that cubicle (and not for very long!), a very hard, meaty-looking, thick cock had emerged from a hole in the side, dripping with precum and demanding to be sucked…and Stephanie had done me proud! Mindful of all the training we had done, she worked her tongue around that fabulously erect cock and sucked on it like her life depended on it, all the while enduring an unpredictable, eclectic rhythm pulsating away in her butt. This was destined to result in an enormous cumload in her mouth, and it did! Oh, she did love the sensation of the throbbing cock dumping its load onto her tongue, makeup now slightly smeared and hair a tad unkempt, but feeling like she had ascended to a new level of sluttiness!

Stephanie joined me in her more dishevelled form back on the dancefloor, as I gave a smile of congratulations to her. She had excelled at being the perfect club slut tonight in every way possible. But, at that moment, we glanced back at the toilet door. It opened as two figures came out. First, the stocky man from the bar who’d bought us the drinks. Second, the DJ. We looked at each other quizzically. Who knows who'd been behind that gloryhole? But whoever it had been, Stephanie was carrying their load with her in her mouth until she was allowed to swallow it when she reached home. I made sure she was safely in a cab at the end of the evening to ensure she passed this final task of the night with flying colours.