After Beginners Night II - Sex Stories

After Beginners Night II

... amazing. On Friday afternoon, he sent her a package, with a note saying 'Please wear this.' She opened it and drew out the sexiest black dress she had ever seen. It was almost indecent. It had only one shoulder, and by its size, she could tell it would fit her like a second skin, and it wouldn’t reach much further than her mid thighs. There was no bra in the package, but she found some black lace thong, that when she examined them, proved to be crotchless, and sexy as hell. She smiled while color tinted her cheeks, imagining the uses he would give to that tiny piece of clothing. She went home and put it all on, along with some silk stockings and her stiletto shoes. Obviously, that wasn’t a convenient outfit for a cold winter night, so she completed it with her large black coat. With her nerves to the skin, she took a cab and went to the club. This time she didn’t hesitate, and pushed the door bell as soon as she got out of the cab. The same girl was at the door, Sally, as she recalled from the first night. "Hi, Emily!" she greeted her, smiling at her. "Hi, Sally!" she managed to stammer. "I believe Dam…" she stopped unknowing of what to do. He hadn’t told her he would warn the club. "Yes, Master Damian warned us of your arrival!" Sally confirmed. "But I'm afraid he is a bit late this evening, so he asked you to wait for him here, with us," she continued. Disappointment took grip of her, but she managed to put on a smile in her face. "Okay, thank you," she answered. ...

... "Meanwhile, you can fill up the forms again, since we don’t keep those of the guests," The other girl told her, handing her the familiar forms. Emily sat on a couch and slowly filled up the forms. The door bell sounded again and Sally welcomed a couple of members into the club. Emily looked at them curious, noticing that the woman was obviously a femdom, since she carried a leash in her hands that was attached to a collar on the guy's neck. Remembering Damian's joke, of her being a dominatrix, she confirmed she had no interest whatsoever to dominate a man like this woman was doing. The door bell rang again and for her surprise, Sally let Rose in. At first she didn’t see Emily at the couch, but when she did, raging waves of red blushed her cheeks. "Emily!" she stuttered. "What are you doing here?" Emily smiled and palmed the seat next to her and waited for Rose to take a sit. "I'm guessing the same thing you are," she said, teasingly. "Are you here to meet Mark?" "How do you…?" "It was obvious the other night you two had something going on, Rose," she interrupted her friend. "Is this the first time you come back here?" "Yes, and I'm so nervous I think I'll pass out!" she said, wringing her hands. "What about you? Are you meeting Damian?" "Yes, I am, but he is running a bit late tonight." "Oh!" Rose sighed, still obviously nervous. "I shouldn’t have come, this is insane, I knew it, but he was so convincing…" she blurted out. "Don’t you want to be with him? Did he coerced you in anyway?" ...