I stood by the bar in the club, my blue wristband around my right wrist, and looked around. There were a lot of people there, and, to my delight, there were dozens of men with pink wristbands. Some were short, some were fat, and some were obviously gay, and I ignored all of them. I wanted a sub whose body was built and who was hung like a horse. Maybe if I found someone who could satisfy my need for a large cock, I could forget about the one I couldn't have. No! I refused to think about him tonight. I was just going to enjoy myself even if I didn't find an exclusive sub.
I sipped my vodka and soda as I scanned the crowd. I had been a Domme, both online and in person for almost eight years. From the time I was eighteen, I knew that I wanted to dominate and humiliate my partners, and I had rarely been without a sub in all those years. Several of the people around me looked very nervous, and I knew they were new to the scene. I didn't want them, either. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted from a Domme and what they were willing to do and not do. I didn't want someone who was just trying out the lifestyle to see if they liked it, I wanted someone who knew they liked it. Better yet, I wanted someone who knew they needed it. It took about ten minutes of searching, but then I saw him.
He was across the main room from me, kneeling on the floor with his hands clasped in his lap so that his pink wristband was on display. He was dressed in black vinyl briefs, a black leather harness that showed off his chest and abs, and nothing else. His head was down, and from his lack of movement, I had a good feeling that he was an experienced sub. He had black hair that curled around his ears and an olive skin tone, but that was all I could see from my position.
I finished my second drink of the night, pulled myself off the stool, and stalked toward him. When I stood in front of him so that he could see my shoes, he caught his breath, but other than that, he didn't move. I slowly walked around him, my heels clicking on the tile floor.
His harness was simple, with straps that encircled his broad chest, his narrow waist, and his neck. A separate strap ran down the middle of his chest and back and ran between his legs. I studied the the straps and saw that the one around his chest was loosened to its fullest, and that didn't surprise me. I'd estimate his chest circumference at around fifty inches or so, and it was all muscle. A small smile graced my face, and I stopped in front of him.
"Stand up, boy." He was nothing of the kind, but that was what I called all my subs, no matter how big they were.
"Yes, ma'am," he said quietly in a thick foreign accent and did as I commanded and then clasped his hands behind his back. When he was standing, I had to look up at least six inches to see his face, but he dutifully kept his eyes on the floor. From that position, I could see that the strap that went between his legs was pressed against a considerable bulge.
I walked around him again, stopped behind him, and saw that his briefs faded into a thong at his ass. "Why are you here, boy?"
"This sub is looking for a new mistress, ma'am."
"Why? What happened to your former mistress?"
He flinched. "This sub's mistress found another sub, ma'am."
"Well, that sucks, doesn't it, boy?"
He hadn't raised his head or moved since I had told him to stand, and that pleased me immensely. He was obviously experienced. "How long have you been a sub, boy?"
"Six years, ma'am."
"And how many mistresses in that time? Or have you had masters, too?"
"No masters, ma'am. This sub has had only two mistresses, ma'am."
"Two? Any breaks in those six years?"
"No, ma'am. This sub was with one mistress for four years and one for two, ma'am. There were only two weeks between them, ma'am."
"How long ago did your former mistress get a new sub, boy?"
"Just a week, ma'am."
"Don't you want a break from being a sub?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. This sub needs to serve, ma'am."
I walked back in front of him. "Look at me, boy."
He slowly raised his eyes, and I caught myself just before I gasped. They were the color of dark chocolate, and with his skin color and his accent, I wondered where he was from, but I'd find that out later.
"Come with me," I said and walked to a low table. He followed me, and made as if to kneel, but I put my hand on his arm and said, "No. Sit. I want to talk."
"Yes, ma'am," he said quietly and sat down in the chair next to me.
For the next two hours, we just talked. Or rather, I asked questions, and he answered. I learned that his name was Steven Katsaraos, and he was originally from Greece, but he always referred to himself as 'this sub.' He was a criminal prosecutor for one of the largest firms in the city, but here, he was as meek and submissive as any man I had ever met. I didn't ask, but I assumed he needed to cede control of his life to someone after being in such a stressful job all day. We talked about limits, and I was pleased to know that he craved humiliation, punishment and reward, and control as long as it was at home, in private, or in the clubs. I was slightly disappointed that he was opposed to any type of public sex, but I supposed it was understandable considering his very public job. I could live with that, especially since as we sat and talked, my pussy started to tingle and then to pulse and then to throb. My juices caused my thong to slide around which only made it worse. He didn't ask me anything until almost ten o'clock.
"May this sub speak plainly, ma'am?"
"You may," I said, my eyebrows rising.
"This sub would like ma'am to come home with him. Would ma'am consent to that?"
I tried to keep my grin off my face and mostly succeeded. "That's a bold question coming from a sub, don't you think?"
He flinched slightly and dropped his eyes. "Yes, ma'am, but this sub couldn't resist asking. Please forgive this sub's boldness, ma'am."
I waved my hand dismissively and crossed my legs. "I consent to coming home with you tonight, but if we decide this is more than a one-night stand, we'll have to come to some agreement about when and where we meet. Understand, boy?"
He smiled brightly, showing even, white teeth. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."
"How did you get here tonight, boy?"
"This sub drove himself, ma'am," he answered, dropping his eyes again.
"Let's go, then, boy."
He waited to stand until I did, and then I walked to the coat clerk and got my trench coat. He immediately took it from me and held it as I slid my arms in the sleeves. He got his own coat, put it on, and then I gestured for him to lead since I had no idea where we were going, and he gave me a small bow and walked to the elevator that led to the underground garage. He pulled a key and fob from his harness and pushed the button. The lights on a black Mercedes-Benz flashed, and he held the passenger door open for me. I slid into the leather seat and took a deep breath as he closed the door and walked around the car. He slid in behind the wheel and pulled out of the garage.
"Is ma'am warm enough?"
"I'm fine, boy. Tell me, where do you live?"
"Brooklyn, ma'am. Near Prospect Park in Park Slope, ma'am."
We rode in silence for about ten minutes, and then I turned toward him and studied him. He really was gorgeous. He had rugged good looks that probably made female jury members drool, and his accent was to die for. He glanced at me, and when he saw me looking at him, he gave me a small smile.
"Is ma'am pleased with what she sees?"
"Very much so, but I definitely want to see more." I grinned, and his smile grew.
"If this sub may say so, ma'am, he will be honored to show ma'am more when we reach his home."
"And if I wanted to see it now?"
In response, he opened his trench coat wide but kept his arms in the sleeves. "Ma'am may do as she pleases with this sub." He glanced at me again. "Just please don't make this sub crash the car, ma'am," he said softly.
"I would never do that, boy," I answered as I undid my seatbelt and shifted in my seat so that I could run my hand over his bare thigh. He groaned softly as I reached the edge of his briefs, and when I kept my hand moving toward his cock, he sucked in his breath through his teeth. I trailed my fingernails over the hardening shaft in his briefs lightly, and he shifted his hips slightly. "You like that, boy?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he groaned.
I opened my hand and ran my palm along the same path my nails had just taken, and noticed that he was getting quite large, his cock trapped by the vinyl. "Just remember, boy, your pleasure is mine to give or not to give. You will not cum without permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said quietly as I sped up my motions. I looked up at his face, and his teeth were clenched tightly. I chuckled and sat back in my seat.
"No more until we reach your home, boy. If you please me, I will let you fuck me and let you cum."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, a smile spreading across his face again, but I noticed that he shifted his hips again as if he were uncomfortable.
It took about half an hour to reach his townhouse on Carroll Street, and the whole time I watched him. He flushed beautifully when I stared at his cock and slowly licked my lips as we pulled onto his street. "Did your former mistress ever suck your cock, boy?"
"No, ma'am. Neither of them did."
"Hmm. That's too bad." I loved to suck cock, and I had found that it made a powerful reward and punishment tool. Then I thought of something. "How old are you, boy?"
"And you've only been a sub for six years?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's how long this sub has been a prosecutor, ma'am." He glanced at me as he parked the car. "It's a very stressful job, ma'am, and this sub realized he likes giving control to someone else for a while, ma'am."
"Well," I said with a smile, "you're lucky that I like taking control, then, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, and then he got out of the car, came around it, and opened my door for me. He even held out his hand to help me out of the car.
"Thank you, Steven," I said, and he dropped his eyes with a gasp. "What is it?"
He raised his eyes to mine and smiled. "This sub likes the sound his name on ma'am's lips."
I smiled back, and we entered his home.