When Adam left her on Thursday morning he gave her some instructions on how to dress and act on Saturday, and that he’d be there promptly at 8:00 to fetch her. Now that she was getting ready, she was hesitant about the last order, which was to not wear any undergarments.
It wasn’t necessarily an issue of modesty – although that bothered her a bit as well considering the high cut slits on her dress – but more an embarrassing worry that she’d get turned on by her surroundings, and damage the lining of it as a result. Not to mention she was curious to find out what might happen if she didn’t do exactly what Adam said, but a little afraid too. She opted to chance it, and slipped on the tiniest string bikini she owned, figuring that it wouldn’t show.
She took another look in the mirror, and was again momentarily surprised by the face that looked back at her. She normally didn’t wear much makeup, but tonight she was fully done up, her pale skin powdered, eyes lined elegantly in liquid black liner, brows perfectly arched, and a deep crimson lipstick staining her lips. She’d gone shopping for it all earlier in the day, and had let the salesgirl at the cosmetics counter give her some tips on how to apply it. Her hair was pulled back into a high and tight ponytail which emphasized her features even more, and the loose end of it spilled down her back in fat curls.
She was just putting in her earrings when there was a knock. She glanced at the clock, and noted with some relief that he was early. As she hurried to get the door, she was glad she’d convinced herself to take little extra time to get ready. She opened the door, and held her breath.
Adam stood outside in his impeccably tailored tuxedo, and took her in. She looked…decadent. His eyes drank her in, moving down her body and back up to her perfect face.
“You look incredible,” he murmured.
Elise let out a little sigh of relief, “I’m glad you approve.” She stepped back to let him in, and he closed the door behind him.
“I know I’m early, but I realized I’d forgotten a key part of your outfit. Hold out your hands, please.”
She did as he requested, and Adam proceeded to wrap some velvet lined red leather cuffs around her wrists. They matched her shoes perfectly, and had the same silver buckles and rings. He buckled them tight but not uncomfortably so. When he was finished he took her hands in his and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
“Now you’re ready,” he noticed her hesitate, “is something wrong?”
“I wasn’t sure whether to bring a bag…”
“All you’ll need is your ID and keys, and I will hold onto those for you.”
She fetched those items, and he led her down to the car. Always a gentleman, he opened the car door for her, and she slid in. He caught a tantalizing view of her sleek bare leg and smiled. Once she was settled, he got in and they took off.
The drive was longer than she expected, and they ended up in the outskirts of town, in an area with large, private estates. She giggled nervously, and he glanced over at her, “Something funny?”
“I’m just getting some ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ vibes from these houses. I though you said it was a club?”
“It is, sort of. It’s actually more like a monthly party at the owner’s private residence. It’s one of those things where most of the neighbors know what’s going on, but since there’s never any fuss no one talks about it.”
He turned into a long drive, stopped outside the gate, and pressed a button in the panel on the driver’s side column. A voice crackled through the speaker, and he gave a numbered code. In seconds, the gate began to swing silently open. They went up the curved drive, and Adam stepped out, while a valet opened her door for her, and proffered his hand to help her out.
Adam came around, and put a possessive hand on her lower back. Into her ear he whispered, “Remember what I told you. Keep your eyes down, speak only when spoken to, and use ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’ when addressing others. You can speak freely to me when we’re in private, but only then. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
They walked in the door, and got in a receiving line of sorts. Elise couldn’t help but look around furtively, and she saw a woman she presumed to be their hostess sitting in an ornate chair up on a platform. She was a beautiful woman of about 65 years old, and on either side of the chair were two exceedingly handsome men, both stripped to waist, perfectly sculpted, and as still as statues. As couples passed, the submissive of the pair would either curtsey or bow depending on their sex.
This was a bit of etiquette that Adam had failed to tell her about. She guessed it was his way of keeping her a little off balance, but she smiled as she realized that in this case she had a bit of an ace up her sleeve.
Soon they were presented to their hostess and to Adam’s surprise, Elise executed a perfect deep curtsey, the kind a prima ballerina would give at the end of a performance. As she stood she kept her eyes down as Adam had instructed.
“Adam! How wonderful to see you!” their hostess exclaimed. She stood and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Madam Margaret…you look stunning as always.”
“So, this is the new girl that you were telling me about,” Elise felt a finger under her chin, and her head was tipped up, “She’s beautiful…and finally a sub that knows how to curtsey properly. Is she really new to the lifestyle?”
“She is.”
“What is your name, child,” the woman asked her.
“My name is Elise, Madam,” she replied quietly.
“It suits you. You are a lucky girl…Adam will be a wonderful Master to you.”
Madam Margaret turned back to Adam, and Elise lowered her head, “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time this evening. I have observation room three reserved for you, and your waiter’s name is Michael. Call on him if you need anything at all.”
“Thank you very much, Madam,” Adam replied, lifting her hand to his lips, “Your hospitality is unsurpassed as usual. Elise, follow me.”
With that they left the platform, and headed out into the vast entry hall. Their reserved room was on the second floor, and Adam steadied her as they ascended the stairs. They found their room with the waiter standing at attention outside. Adam ordered a vodka tonic for himself, and a glass of pinot noir for her, and they entered.
From the outside the room looked wide, but inside it was actually narrow; a mere slice of space carved out of two neighboring rooms, with just enough room for a couch and a couple of end tables on either side. Two slim floor lamps tucked in the back corners provided the only light in the room. The inside walls were currently covered with heavy cream colored curtains. Adam closed the door behind them and turned to her with a grin.
“Well, you’re full of surprises.”
Elise leaned against the back of the couch, and tried to hold back a smile but failed, “Twelve years of ballet finally paid off.”
“Twelve years? Why did you quit?”
“I had to. I had late growth spurt when I was 15, but instead of growing up, I filled out. But I still practice every morning, and I have a little studio in the basement with a ballet barre and mirrors.”
Adam got a mischievous glint in his eye, “Do you? That could come in handy for other things, too.”
She laughed, but then stilled when he suddenly got serious and added, “We’ll wait until Michael comes back with our drinks before we get started. However, we need to discuss the fact that you didn’t follow my instructions on what not to wear this evening.”
Elise started and looked over at him, “How did you…”
He smirked, “As you showed off your curtsey, you also showed off your panty line.”
She blushed, “I’m sorry…I was just nervous, and I didn’t want to ruin the dress.”
“Ruin the dress? How so?”
She turned even redder, “I was afraid that if I got…aroused… I didn’t want to stain the lining.”
Adam stared at her for a moment, and then laughed, “My dear, that’s what dry cleaners are for.”
But she looked so miserable and embarrassed, that he went over to her, took her in his arms, and gave her a gentle kiss, “You are so sweet,” he whispered, “and that will get you a little mercy this evening. Now, take them off and give them to me.”
She pulled back and looked up at him, then silently slid them down her legs, and gave them over. He tucked them into his jacket pocket, as a knock on the door announced the arrival of their waiter. He dropped the drinks off on one of the end tables, and Adam slipped him a tip. He bowed and left quietly, shutting the door tightly behind him.
Adam handed Elise her wine, and she sat down on the couch, sipping it nervously as he opened the curtains. They revealed floor to ceiling windows that he assured her were one way glass. They would be able to observe, but the people inside couldn’t see them. At the moment the rooms – bedecked with all kinds of interesting apparatuses - were empty, which is why it had been so quiet. But after a few moments a couple entered the room on the left, and after a beat another couple entered the right.
“Let the show begin,” he murmured.
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