Ben tried to find other parties of three or more and that seemed to be a rare thing. Shrugging he led Lisa and Lori out onto the dancefloor and pulled them in tight as the song was a slow one but it was winding down. He kissed Lori and she clung to him tighter and moaned into the kiss. When he pulled back her eyes were slightly glazed so he kept his arm around her as he kissed Lisa. Her tongue boldly thrust into his mouth as she pressed herself against him. She smiled happily at him when he pulled back.
The next piece of music was starting and while he didn’t recognize it the beat was driving and they moved apart to move to the music.
They danced for over an hour straight before Ben decided he’d like to sit down for a bit. He led them back to the tables and found and empty curved booth. He guided the twins in and heard a voice behind him.
“Hey! That’s my booth!”
Ben turned to see a young man wearing a lot of leather and an angry expression on his face. He had the blue loop and a green loop though he appeared to be with an older woman dangling a red and a white loop from a wide slave collar. So she wasn’t looking for a relationship but he was? That seemed rude but Ben was new to this so…
“It was empty with no reserved sign so it’s ours now,” Ben replied.
“Like fuck it is- AAAIIEEE!” The man squealed as Ben gripped the hand he’d been grabbed with and bent the wrist back painfully. He continued to fold it back until the squealing man was down on his knees and crying.
“Did I say you could touch me? The white ring means leave me alone, I’m here to dance. You should have heeded that warning.” Ben said calmly. “I think it’s time for an apology.”
“FUCK Y-EEEEEEE!!” The wrist was moving back further and the tears were flowing.
“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” he screamed.
Two men in leather straps arrived and Ben nodded to them. “This one was a little too aggressive and tried to pick a fight,” he explained.
“Yes sir, we’ll take it from here.”
Ben released the wrist and stood back. The bouncers gripped the man under his arms and dragged him away as he whimpered. His partner glanced back at Ben as she followed them away. He turned his attention back to his ladies.
He slid into the booth across from them. “Lori, put your feet up on my lap.”
Lori’s eyes lit up and she glanced around furtively. She slipped off her shoes and stretched out her long legs to lay her feet on Ben’s lap. Before she could move them he took a grip on them and began to massage them in his strong hands.
“Ohhhh Ben! That feels sooooo goooood!” Lori whimpered.
“I assume those shoes are more for looks than for comfort, especially when dancing,” he replied.
Lori couldn’t respond as his thumbs were working magic on her aching feet and all she could feel was bliss.
He worked his way through all of her toes, moved to the ball, then the arch, the bridge and finally the heels. Lori was purring by the time he was done.
“Lisa, your turn,” he said as he moved Lori’s feet over onto the bench next to him.
Her feet were immediately resting on his lap and Lisa had a broad smile on her face which quickly melted into a look of ecstasy as Ben worked the aches out of her feet. Once he’d reached her heels Lisa looked spent. She leaned back against the backrest and drifted on the warm buzz her feet were giving off.
A waitress arrived at their table. She was wearing red and purple rings. She was also wearing form fitting black latex, the impression of her nipple rings visible against the tight surface, complete with a mask exposing her lovely brown eyes and wide full lips, her blond hair sprouting out the back in a ponytail. Ben hoped she didn’t have to wear that outfit for too long.
“Would you care for some drinks?” she asked.
“I’d like a bottle of still spring water,” Ben said and looked over at the ladies. He didn’t know what drink to order for them so he nodded to them.
“Dirty Martini,” Lisa ordered.
“Same,” her sister said.
Ben leaned forward. “Excuse me. What does the purple ring mean?”
The woman smiled at Ben’s interest. “It means ‘Do not touch’.” She passed her eyes over his wide shoulders and powerful arms. “For you I might reconsider that.”
Ben blinked in surprise and the woman walked away with a smile and an extra sway to her hips. He looked over at the twins and they were smiling back at him.
“Have you been to this club before?” he asked.
“No, not this club but we have been to others like it. This one is far more civilized about its approach to the lifestyle,” Lisa volunteered.
Ben looked over at the area before the bar and saw that at least half of the patrons appeared to be circulating there. He looked back at the twins curiously.
“Once we’ve had our drinks we should make an appearance. This will be the first time we’ve exposed our submissive sides in public and it’s a pretty big deal for us. We should warn you though, some take their dominance and submission to extreme levels. You will see people gleefully giving and gratefully accepting pain. We’re at the other end of the spectrum. Pain isn’t completely necessary to satisfy our submissiveness,” Lori explained. Lisa glanced at her sister and looked troubled.
“Lisa, say what you want to say,” Ben said firmly.
“I- I need the pain… sometimes,” she said looking desperately at Ben. Lori was giving her sister a surprised look.
“I know,” Ben rumbled and she squirmed as she looked at him hungrily.
The waitress returned with their drinks and her eyes were on Ben the entire time she served them.
“Shall I add the charges to your room Mr. Shepherd?” she said breathily, an odd catch in her voice.
Ben sighed. Damn his name was getting around. He nodded then he noticed her purple ring was missing. He looked up and saw her eyes were locked onto his. She was biting her lip and squirming as her body visibly trembled. Was she… touching herself? No, her hands were at her sides.
Ben scowled as she began to lean towards him, her knees giving out.
“What the fuck!” Ben growled, his hands automatically moving to catch her fall. They landed on her torso just under her tits and she threw her head back with a loud gasp as his rough grip sent her over the edge. The strength in her legs abandoned her as her body shook through her climax, making her lean more heavily against Ben’s hands, the undersides of her tits rubbing on his hands.
“So… sorry!” she grovelled but her humiliation just seemed to make her gasp harder.
Suddenly the men in the leather strap outfits arrived to gently lift and guide the waitress away. She moaned unhappily as they left.
“What the hell was that about?” Ben asked Lisa who was staring at the retreating staff with wide eyes.
“She must have been a fan. I think she turned her toys on when she discovered who you were,” she guessed.
Ben blinked in confusion at Lisa.
“The remote controlled vibrators she was wearing… internally,” she explained.
“Geezus!” Ben gasped and shook his head. Now he’d heard everything. He tried to put it behind him.
They sipped at their drinks and watched the crowd in front of the bar.
Once they’d finished, the twins slipped their shoes back on and they stood up. Ben joined them and gave them a kiss for luck. Lisa gestured for Ben to lead them.
He walked towards the bar and Lisa and Lori walked side by side a step behind Ben. He didn’t look back at them as he assumed they would know how to present themselves. Ben didn’t avert his eyes from the others but looked in interest at how they were publicly presenting their relationships to their partners.
He saw a trim man, hair silvering at his temples, wearing the blue ring of a Dom on the lapel of his elegantly tailored suit. He also had a white pin. His partner was a muscular young man with long straight blonde hair whose attire was a pair of translucent latex briefs, a ball gag, a slave collar with red and white loops dangling from it, and a silk blindfold. The collar had a slim silver chain which lead to the leather loop around the wrist of his partner. The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return.
There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom’s face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman’s nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.
As they made their way closer to the bar Ben saw a man almost as large and muscular as he was. He was only wearing a series of leather straps with chrome rings and what looked like a loin cloth. He had a ball gag jammed in his mouth and his hands were bound behind his back with black ropes. He growled menacingly at Ben as they approached. The red and white rings hanging from his slave collar swayed as his Mistress pulled his chain tight.
Ben looked to the woman holding the chain and saw she was busy undressing him with her eyes. Tall and voluptuous the black beauty’s huge tits looked like they were about to escape from the daringly low neckline of her tight green dress. The blue and green rings on her necklace were on the verge of disappearing into her cleavage. Her hair was shaved close to her scalp on the sides of her head but along the top it was bound into many slim braids each ending with a small silver ball. She seemed to be considering him as an addition to her harem regardless of his blue pin when recognition suddenly flared in her eyes. She smiled hungrily and her eyes dropped to his groin as she licked her lips.