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story based on characters from the short story "An Ordinary Day" by Angelus continued by Lady of Dragonrose. For Adults Only.









The club was busy as Celine walked in with her two companions. One was a tall dark young man dressed only in jeans; his well-muscled chest bare except for the black leather collar and leash he wore around his neck. The other, a rather tall Asian woman with blond hair, who all knew as Rachel, there was more to her than meets the eye. She was Celine’s assistant and had been for many years, David Stapleton, followed behind his Mistress, his leash clipped to Celine’s belt that she wore snugly around her small waist indicated him as her Slave.



All eyes wandered over the petite Mistress, with long black hair and smoky brown eyes. One could not help but watch her as she walked by. Her head held high and she walked with grace one could only admire.



She paused for a moment to see her corner empty and motioned for Rachel to take her slave to the table. Rachel walked up to Celine and slid her hand sensually down to Celine’s right hip to unclip the leash from her belt. She gently tugged on David’s leash to have him follow her. It would not be long before those wanting Celine’s company would be coming to ask permission to sit with the High Mistress and her entourage.

Celine was favored among the club members and it was not uncommon to see her holding court in her favorite corner of the club. The club owners welcomed her as if she were royalty. And in their world, she was,



David was reluctant to leave his Mistress’s side but knew well how Celine could give out punishment for the smallest infractions. He remembered well what those small hands could do to a slave that misbehaved or kept her waiting. He could still feel the paddle she had used on his bare ass repeatedly, still felt the restraints holding him tightly to her bed, helpless to do anything while his soul cried out for more. He let himself remember her small hands, caressing and teasing his body, and then denying him the release he begged for. With a smile, she had said no. For two days, she kept him in a state of unrest until she finally gave him the release that he craved; He felt himself stir with longing and hoped no one would notice.



Celine walked over to the bar and waited for the bartender to take her order. She slid into the seat and crossed her long legs, her black leather mini skirt riding up her thighs; her long black hair cascaded down to her hips in soft waves. Her purple corset was just cut low enough for those looking to wish they could see more. She turned around to face the front of the room and took in the atmosphere of the club. Tonight, demonstrations were being held and the Dom’s were showing the proper techniques for using some of the tools of their trade. She recognized two of her former students. Masters she had trained herself. She smiled as she saw Ben and Jared, showing the crowd how to use a flogger on a slave. They both had learned quickly and she was very proud of them. She watched the crowd listening intently. She noticed a few new faces she did not recognize and knew they had to be invited, as the club was not open to the public. These new faces were curious and not part of the lifestyle. “Newbie’s” she said to herself and smiled. She took a cigarette out of her case and lit it, waiting to be served.



She looked to the stage and saw Jared, her once pupil using a flogger on the slave before him, a young thing with shoulder length red hair. Her body soft and supple under the lighting, sweat had beaded up on her skin, her green eyes, closed as her hands were chained above her head and her legs spread by a spreader bar, leaving her open and bare. Her back and her butt had a few soft red welts that stood out on her pale skin. From what Celine could see, Jared was doing a nice job.



“Hit her again!” came from the back of the room. Celine saw a nicely dressed young man about 25 leaning up against a table. He was not very tall, had blond hair, and was dressed all in black. On his face was a cold smile as he looked up to where Jared was standing. Jared, unflinching went about his task to educate those listening. Ignoring the outburst.



Jared stood six one with long flowing blond hair that fell to the middle of his back; his eyes were blue with a touch of green in the iris. Celine had taught him well. She remembered well the lessons in flogging: He had been a Master now for a few years and while he and Celine got along well, both knew from experience the intense arguments between Dom’s, he saw things one way while Celine saw it in another. However, the friendship grew and he knew if he ever needed anything, he could always count on Celine’s help. His rugged handsome face in the lighting gave him a somewhat demonic air. Celine truly believed that was why his slaves came to him. The bad boy if you will, enticed many a young man or woman to his service.



The young man called out another insult. Jared stopped in mid motion, walked up to his slave and whispered in her ear. He motioned for two other slaves to unchain her and they led her away by her leash to a small room off to the side for her to rest. Jared was very considerate of his slaves, as Celine had taught him to be.



The other Master that Celine had trained was Ben; Ben stood in the back of the room and had caught Celine’s eyes. Ben watched as Celine inclined her head as if in greeting, he nodded, knowing this was a silent signal between them. He smiled and just waited. Jared then calmly walked off stage and up to the arrogant young man, motioning Ben to come to his side. Ben was shorter than Jared was, had jet-black hair and piercing green eyes, he was also very handsome. He also had learned quickly at Celine’s hands, but had come close to being a slave to Celine, yet she knew he would not be happy as a slave. He would have been at first, but Ben’s aspirations knew no bounds.



He towered over the young man, who now wore an expression of cool bravado. He was showing off and all who watched knew the fireworks were going to go off. Jared glared down at the young man and asked. “You have a problem with what I am doing? Would you like to make a suggestion?” Jared’s voice was controlled, almost calm. Celine smiled to herself, knowing when Jared got calm you would be a fool to challenge him. The young man looked up and replied that Jared hit like a girl and he would have given that slut up on stage something to think about. Jared’s eyes smoldered for a moment. His muscles aching to reach out and teach the young pup a lesson. He looked up and saw Celine sitting there. He suddenly smiled as she inclined her head once again. Jared turned back to the young man and said, “It takes a lot for a slave to get up on stage and to perform for people like you. I suggest you sit here quietly, watch and learn or you can leave.” then Jared turned, walked back up to the stage and went behind the curtain.



David stared after the young man and knew something was not right. He looked up to Rachel, holding his leash in her right hand as he sat next to her feet. “Rachel, could you explain to me why Jared just let it go? That really isn’t like Jared to let something like this go.” David found it unbelievable that Jared would just walk away. Rachel smiled down at David, pulling him tightly against her leg, her hand reached down and began to stroke his neck, she laughed gently at his response to her stroking and she replied “Oh he didn’t let him get out of anything David, just watch and learn”



The young man walked up to the bar and ordered something to drink. The bartender looking rather disgusted turned and gave him bottled water, as alcohol wasn’t served in the club. He smiled and paid for the water, turning he saw Celine sitting there. He looked at her up and down and leered at the beautiful woman sitting like a goddess upon her throne. He took in her copper skin and black hair; her clothes accenting her figure teased his senses.



He walked over and sat down without asking permission. Celine looked at the bartender and ordered her drink. He brought it to her and without so much as a glance walked away. Celine opened up her case, took out a cigarette, and put it to her red lips. A lighter held by the young man lit the end for her, thinking this somehow impressed her; she gave him a small smile and then exhaled the blue smoke from her lips. She nodded her thanks and continued to watch the activity at the front of the club. He looked at her with a wolfish grin on his face. “You come here often?” he asked. She looked at him and replied that she was a regular. Without thinking he asked her “would you like to leave here and go someplace private where we can fuck?”



Now as he uttered those words, he saw her eyes flash for a moment. He suddenly got the impression those were the wrong words to use, and he regretted using them. “I am a Mistress, I don’t just ‘fuck,’ she replied coolly. “But,” she replied, “if you ask nicely I just might,” she smiled. He had been at the club once before and saw with his own eyes just how you ask a Mistress nicely. He got off the bar stool and knelt on his knees, taking one of her small feet, kissed the tip of her black heel, Looking up at her he smiled and said “how about now Mistress? Want to go somewhere and fuck?” Celine looked down and calmly put out her cigarette, with the foot he was still holding, she jerked it back and hit him solidly in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards on to the floor. She quickly moved and placed her heel on his throat daring him to move. At that point, all movement stopped in the club, everyone’s eyes turned to watch the High Mistress herself giving the whelp a dose of punishment.

Celine looked up and saw Ben and Jared rush to where she stood over the young man.



David went to rise to go his Mistress and as Rachel jerked him back by his leash, he looked hatefully at Rachel, “Sit David” she demanded. She looked to see his hate filled eyes staring up at her. She smiled and said “just watch David, Celine is in no danger, too many around would get to him before you could.” Holding David firmly by his leash, they both continued to watch.



Celine glared down at the boy. “What is your name?” she asked. He eyes went to her foot as Celine put more pressure on his throat. “You move anymore and I will crush your windpipe and trust me, no one would ask any questions. So I’d advise you to give me your name” She spoke calmly and direct.



He looked up to Celine and realized he was in serious trouble. “Alex” he said between ragged breaths, “My name is Alex.” Ben and Jared watched Celine as she continued to hold him down with one foot. “You have insulted me Alex, and you have a choice, you can either go with these two men here and let them give you a new meaning to the word punishment or you can come with me and I will give it to you myself, either way you will submit,” Celine replied.

Alex looked to Celine and then to Jared and Ben stood by menacing. ‘How hard could it be to wear a collar and a leash for a few hours?’ He thought. ‘Might be kind of fun.’



He managed to ask her to take her foot off his throat, as she did he sat up trying to catch his breath. “Well? Which will it be Alex?” Celine asked.



Alex whispered that he would go with Celine. She smiled. She leaned over and whispered into Jared’s ear. He smiled, nodded, and motioned for Ben to follow him. Alex got up off the floor, reached for his water, and downed it. Wishing for the entire world it was Jack and Coke. He saw the bartender, this time with a smile on his face as if to say ‘boy, you are in deep trouble now.’



Jared and Ben returned with a bag, and threw it on the bar in front of Celine. She turned to Alex and said, “Strip.”

“Excuse me?” He replied not sure, if he heard her right or not.

“I said strip, you do know what that means don’t you? It means take your off your clothes, all of them,” She continued to stare at him with her smoky eyes, he realized she was serious. All eyes were now on Alex. The crowd began to take bets who would win out Alex or Celine. It must be said in Alex defense, he did have a few that bet for him. Not many that mattered.



Alex looked around somewhat embarrassed but knew there was no way out of it. He took a deep breath and began to take off his shirt, he threw it on the floor and began to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear to his ankles. He stepped out of them as the club members began to whistle and yell catcalls to him. Alex stood there embarrassed. His face once held that confident sneer was now replaced by fear. Celine took a step toward him and ran one red fingernail down his chest. Her touch sending shivers down his spine. He stared into those deep brown eyes as he felt her small hands touch him, she reached her hand down and started to fondle him in front of everyone, he blushed as she squeezed him, a small groan escaped his lips as laughter broke out in the crowd.



Alex lowered his eyes to the ground, not knowing what to do as she teased and fondled him. He knew there was no getting away from her and he was not going to try. He felt ashamed that so many witnessed his mistake. Celine smiled as she watched the young mans reactions show on his face. She stopped fondling him, turned back toward the bar, and reached for the bag that Jared and Ben had placed earlier. She took out of the bag a black leather collar and a leash, she turned to him, holding the collar and leash in her hand, “Kneel before me Alex,” she said softly.



David watched in fascination as Alex knelt before his Mistress, feeling a pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He knew with certainty that his Mistress loved and cared for him. But to watch this was too much. He looked up to Rachel with questioning eyes. Rachel reached out and touched him gently. “Not to worry David,” she said softy. “This is nothing more than teaching the whelp a lesson,” her voice reassured him. David leaned into her legs as he watched his beloved Mistress in action.



Alex looked up to Celine as she bent over, put the black collar around his neck, and tighten the strap and his eyes became wild with fear. He started to back away from it; but Ben and Jared, standing on either side of him, kept him kneeling, their hands pushing down on his shoulders to keep him in place. He watched as she clipped a long black leather leash to the collar and then clipped the other end to her silver belt around her slim waist. She stood there, looking down on him, her eyes as cold as diamonds. He could not help but watch her. She took next a blindfold out of the bag and put it over his eyes; He could hear the laughter from the crowd and smell her perfume. What she did next, he could not see, but he could hear the sounds of metal clinking together. He heard her tell Jared to put the cuffs on him. Alex soon felt the cold metal as his hands were cuffed behind his back. He tried to speak but nothing would come out.



“Now stand up,” she told him. He stood up with help from Ben and Jared and found himself shaking uncontrollably, not knowing what she would do next. Celine reached into the bag and pulled out a riding crop and began to slide it over his body slowly, teasing every nerve in his body. He felt the electricity flowing through him. She leaned closer to him, letting him smell her scent as she spoke. “Not only did you insult me, you insulted my companion Jared here, so I think instead of Jared giving the demonstration in flogging, I will be the Mistress and you shall be the slave. How do you like that Alex?” He did not trust himself to answer but he wanted to scream ‘NO’ at the top of his lungs but could not utter a single word.



She told him to get up on all fours and crawl behind her as she walked to the stage. He felt hands grabbing him and pinching as he crawled behind her. He felt her stop and she told him to stand up. She unhooked the leash from her belt, helped him up onstage, and led him to where the young girl had been moments before. She took the handcuffs off and then chained him with his arms over his head. His legs were held apart with a bar, leaving him well exposed. He felt the chains pull him gently stretching him.



She ran her hands over his body suggestively, leaving him breathless and craving more of her touch. She then took off the blindfold for Alex to see what it was like from a slave’s point of view to be up on a stage in front of a crowd of strangers. He felt ashamed of his behavior and wished he could take it all back, but it was far too late for that. He knew he would take her punishment and he hoped it would be over quickly. She leaned in and told him, “If it gets too much you may say ‘stop Mistress,’ I may stop,” she smiled.





Celine turned and walked a few feet away from him, stood next to a table, and looked at Ben and Jared who watched their former teacher as she looked over the tools of her trade lying before her. She picked up a black leather flogger, running its strips of soft leather through her fingers, watching Alex begin to tense up not knowing what to expect. She walked over to Alex and ran the flogger across his back and letting it trail down to his butt down to his thighs; he tensed up and moaned softly.



Celine turned and walked back a few steps from him. The crowd watched as the High Mistress herself began. She had learned her craft and had learned it well. As she flicked her wrist, the strips hit Alex square on the back, as his hands clawed at his bindings and the soft leather bit into his skin leaving a long red welt. Alex cried out in shock and pain, but knew if he had used the safe words, he would not be able to live it down. Celine flicked her wrist again and landed the next welt next to the first one. She then decided to work down his body, leaving her mark on him. While the flogger did its work, Alex felt something rise in him. He began to look forward to the next lash.



Something in him craved it. As he closed his eyes, he felt the lash hit him in the small of his back. Clutching his bindings, he begged The Mistress for no more. Celine smiled triumphantly as she walked up to him. His body hung limply in its bindings. She gently pulled is head up to where she could look into his eyes. “What do you have to say now?” she asked him gently.



He looked into those smoky eyes and knew him that this was not the end of it. “No more Mistress, I beg of you. I apologize for my rudeness. Please forgive me.” He whispered softly. Alex knew he deserved it and in the mean time, something had been awakened that he never knew existed. She let his head down as he lowered his eyes to the floor. He had submitted and knew there was no turning back. The applause was loud in Celine’s ears as she smiled and walked off the stage. Alex would soon learn that Celine had given him to Jared to train. He would make a perfect slave, for either a Mistress or a Master.



As David watched, his respect and love grew for his Mistress. He felt safe knowing his place in her life was secure. Celine reached out for the leash from Rachel and she leant down to kiss Rachel softly on the lips, her eyes bright with excitement. As she pulled her slave closer to her, she petted him firmly as his body began to react to her touch.



Rachel smiled at Celine.

“Do you think Alex learned his lesson tonight Mistress?” Rachel asked.

Celine thought for a moment as she watched Ben take his turn at giving a demonstration. She laughed and said she hoped not as that would take all the fun out of it for Jared. The other members of the club started to float over to Celine’s table. The bartender leaned on the bar and watched the radiant woman, happily in her element as Grand Mistress, began to hold court on the evening’s events. He smiled. As he thought to himself, “Never an Ordinary Night”



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