6. The wait is over

Selene

After ten minutes I decide to leave. Okay it was technically eight minutes and thirty two seconds before I felt really stupid. Stupid for waiting for this hot guy whom I have never seen. Who just had his fingers inside of me bringing me to orgasm like I never have before.

     I pace around the room wondering if he is watching me now? Is this some kind of test? Yet the longer I stand her my anxiety begins to grow. I mean there are rules to this but no one told them to me. Now I feel like I have to do the walk of shame to get out of here.

     Ugh! I hate this feeling of uncertainty. I keep my like structured for a reason. This does not follow the guidelines of my life. I need to leave before someone figures out im an inexperience newbie in a sex club getting stood up by her Dom.

     I can’t believe it. He really isn’t coming back! I allowed him to use my body. I was open minded to this process! I really was and this is how I am rewarded? Was this some kind of make the sub stand on one foot and jump up and down type thing to test my loyalty? Because if that is the case I graciously fail.  

     I feel like some random toy he just used and tossed aside. I feel like crap now. He toys with me all night just for him to get a message on his inspector gadget watch and then leave? Maybe Dom/sub life isn’t for me. No, I wasn’t turned on from his touch alone. No, I did not crave more of his voice. No, I didn’t get off on the mystery of not knowing who we were. Damn it. Okay, I did. It was nothing a vibrator couldn’t match.

     I pull myself together smoothing my dress down. I run my fingers through my hair and head for the door. I pause making sure he has cleared the hallway when I peak out. The guard is still there. I will just walk confidently past him. This isn’t jail. He can’t hold me. I hold my head high and walk out. Not making eye contact and happy we all have to wear masks at all times. I have no idea where I am going. I feel like Cinderella trying to escape by midnight because without a doubt I do not want to see him ever again. I don’t want to feel those hands on me. I don’t want to feel the firmness of his thighs as I rest on them as he spanks me. I don’t want the reaction I have to his commands. I also don’t want to be on the premises when he returns. I was obviously under the delusion of this Dom and sub idea could be fun.

     Then to ask me to stay like a little trained dog. Absolutely not. I plan to be but a memory for him when he returns. Finding not some subservient little woman. I get to the end of a hallway and finally see the main dance floor. Finally! I know where I am.

     Moving through the crowd I fidget to get these tracking devices off. They won’t budge. I make it to coat check grabbing my purse and coat. Then to the hostess who is with a guest. I can’t wait.

    “I’m sorry to interrupt. I need these off. Now.” I demand holding my bracelet and tugging on my collar.  

    “Oh ma’am, I’m sorry I don’t have the keys…”

     “I need these off of me now!” I yell as a man behind her turns around.

     “Is everything okay? Have you been hurt?” He asks with true concern.

     “No, I just changed my mind. I want these off so I can go. Please.” I say calmer than before. He nods.

    “I have a master key. May I? Or I can have a female do it.” He continues and now I feel bad about my outrage. I guess I can see how a hysterical woman running to an exit at a sex club could look like a problem.

     “No, it’s fine. You can do it. Thank you.” I give him a smile as he nods. He pulls a keychain from his pocket and unhooks the bracelet and then the collar. I smile grabbing my purse off the counter. “Thank you. You have a really nice place. I just want to leave.” I smile as I begin to walk away.

     “Can I get you a car?” He asks walking towards me.

    “No thank you. I have one.” I lie. The last think I need is his driver telling Master Dom where I live. I push through the large double wooden doors as the coolness of the night hits me.

     I look back making sure he didn’t follow me walking away from the building so I can call for a cab. A taxi picks me up at the next block and I finally remove my mask. I send a text to both Ivy and Samira telling them I had to leave. Something came up with work, I lie.

     I give the driver my address resting my head back on the seat. I exhale with what seems like the first time. Just then I hear my phone alerting me of a voicemail. I am kind of scared to see who it’s from. There is no way Master Dom found me already? Everything was supposed to be confidential for moments just like this!

     I pull out my phone checking to see who the incoming number was. I see it was that asshole Rowan. Because yes what better toppings go on my sundae of a ruined sex club? An annoying boss who doesn’t deserve to be my boss calling me on my damn off day. I exhale and call him right back. This better be hell-a important.