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  As she saw them go out, she also saw a long, sleek, black limo pull up to the curb. She watched as the man and woman from the restaurant stepped forward from where they had been concealed in a small alcove. Elizabeth stepped back against the wall of the restaurant, feeling a sense of guilt for watching the couple, but totally incapable of tearing her eyes away. The driver stepped around the car and opened the back door.

  The woman was led to the car, the man's hand easily guiding her. As she began to step into the car, the man bent slightly and spoke to her. Elizabeth saw the woman's blonde head lift and look around as if searching for something. Her movements stopped instantly when the man spoke sharply, the blonde head bowing and nodding in response to the man's words. Elizabeth almost stepped forward, in order to hear his quiet words, instinctively knowing they were meant to chastise his companion, but managed to restrain herself. She stood frozen, watching as the beautiful woman bent at the waist. The man moved slightly to her left side, as if to shield her while the car door concealed her on her right. Elizabeth realized that she could only tell what was happening because she stood in the shadows directly opposite them. When the woman's hands came back to lift her skirt, Elizabeth felt her stomach clench. The woman slowly continued lifting her skirt until it was at her waist, her bottom presented. When she saw the man place his hand on her bottom, Elizabeth didn't realize she was holding her breath. He bent and again spoke quietly to the woman, who nodded and placed her hands on the edge of the car seat just inside the opened door. When he drew his hand back and then swatted the woman's proffered bottom, Elizabeth's nipples hardened inside the cups of her bra and her panties moistened. He swatted the presented bottom twice more, drawing a deep-throated moan from the woman, though she didn't move so much as an inch. Elizabeth saw the man run his hand between the woman's legs and she felt her own begin to shake. He then took the skirt out of the woman's hands and lowered it to cover her. He guided her to step back and then smiled as she spoke too softly for Elizabeth to hear. He nodded and then helped her into the car. Elizabeth released her breath as he slid into the car, taking the seat directly opposite of where the woman sat. Just before the driver closed the door, Elizabeth saw the woman move to kneel between his spread knees. The driver walked to the other side of the car and slid behind the wheel. She realized he had not given a single reaction to the scene that had been played out right before his eyes.

  As Elizabeth tried to assimilate what she had just seen, she felt someone take her arm. She shrieked and instinctively tried to pull away.

  ''Whoa, it's just me, Liz,'' Jason said, surprised at her reaction. Elizabeth gasped and pressed her hand against her chest.

  ''God, you scared me,'' she said, shaking with the combination of fear, when Jason had touched her, as well as guilt at witnessing a private moment. ''Did you see that?'' she asked, as the limo began to pull out into a break in the traffic. Jason turned to where she was looking.

  ''Haven't you ever seen a limo before?'' he asked, and then smiled. She shook her head, not in response, but simply to clear it. She flushed, pulling her shawl even tighter around her. She forced herself to relax and smiled.

  ''Yes, of course,'' she said, sheepishly. ''I just meant, well, it was a really great car.''

  Jason shook his head in confusion, but then led her back into the restaurant and to their table.

  ''I found her,'' he informed Nancy, who had been growing more worried about Elizabeth's absence. ''She was outside looking at limos.''

  Nancy looked at Elizabeth, who looked flushed—and, Nancy realized, a little guilty. ''Oh?'' Nancy said, raising her eyebrow.

  ''It was nothing,'' Elizabeth said, quickly.

  As Jason turned to speak to the waiter, Nancy bent towards her friend. ''Are you really okay?'' she asked, softly. Liz blushed but nodded. She darted a glance towards Jason, who was still speaking to the waiter.

  ''I'll tell you later,'' she promised. Nancy nodded. Whatever Elizabeth had seen, it was obviously not anything as common as a limousine.

  Chapter 3

  The dinner was excellent, the executive chef having prepared it especially for them. When he brought out the dessert, both women moaned. They had already indulged in a sampling of several courses.

  Elizabeth shook her head. ''I shouldn't; I already have to double my workout next week, just to work off that celebratory cupcake,'' she said, though her eyes were riveted on the chef, watching as he used a small butane torch to caramelize the top of the crème brûlée.

  Nancy laughed and simply picked up one of the plates. ''Nonsense,'' she said, as she was served a large portion of the dessert. ''Tonight is a celebration, and we are going to indulge in everything!'' Jason smiled, knowing that even though Nancy would get quite a workout later, she was one of those rare women who seemed to be able to eat anything without gaining an ounce. He saw Elizabeth shake her head but smile when Craig placed her own portion before her with a flourish.

  ''Thank you, Chef,'' Elizabeth said. ''The meal was incredible and this, Sir, looks like the perfect way to end our dinner. You have made this meal one I will always remember.''

  Craig bowed and lifted her hand to bring it to his lips. ''You are most gracious, Miss Adams,'' he said, as he pressed his lips to her knuckles. ''I'd be more than willing to cook for such a beautiful young woman any time.'' He saw her blush and leaned a bit closer. ''Or perhaps you will allow me to show my appreciation in a more personal way?''

  Her color deepened. He was a very attractive man, one of the tallest and largest she had ever seen. Though he had been a close friend of Jason's for years, and Elizabeth often saw Craig in the clubs, she had never interacted with him. She smiled as she picked up her fork. Despite his attraction to her, all she could see was the dark-haired stranger and wonder what had happened when the limo door closed.

  Jason's celebratory surprises weren't yet done. He passed the car keys to a valet and then opened their doors. Elizabeth looked up at the building. It was an old one, but she found the architecture intriguing. The façade was red brick with decades of ivy growing up the front. There was a brass plaque to the left of the door with a single word, 'Tastsinn' engraved in black. She wondered what the word meant, knowing she had not seen it before. An attendant opened the door and Jason led them inside. The foyer was warm and inviting. It could easily rival the reception areas of fine hotels. The women looked around, as Jason spoke to a beautiful woman behind a counter. She talked to him softly, and he nodded and called Elizabeth and Nancy to him.

  When they joined him, the woman smiled. ''Welcome to Tastsinn,'' she said, pleasantly. ''My name is Susanna. I will give you each a token, which you will need to keep on you at all times.'' Elizabeth and Nancy nodded, as she took two items out of a basket below the counter. They appeared to be identical bracelets. ''You may wear them around your wrist or your ankle,'' Susanna explained. ''Every Submissive must always have them available, even when not participating. They are meant to provide a visible signal, in case you are involved in play that will not allow you to verbalize a safe-word. Tastsinn's protocol is the same as most other clubs, in that the safe word is 'Red', hence the color of these tokens.'' Elizabeth thought it was a very clever way to ensure that every woman had a tangible reminder on her person that, though she was the Submissive, it was her decision to how far she wished to take the play. Nancy and Elizabeth held out their wrists, and Susanna placed the bracelets upon them. Elizabeth appreciated that they were not made cheaply, like some bracelet you could pick up at the local dollar store. These were red leather that was adjustable to fit ankles or wrists. The name of the club had been engraved in the center of the leather band. There was a sturdy, yet smallish, ball attached that Susanna explained would chime when shaken or dropped. Elizabeth knew that a woman could easily hold the bracelet in her hand and simply open her fist to release it to fall to the floor. The bell would make sure the sound was heard as well and all action would immediately stop.

  ''This is a wonderful idea,'' she said,
running her fingers over the bracelet.

  ''Thank you,'' Susanna said with a smile. ''We've found Submissives appreciate them a great deal as another safety feature. You will return them at the end of the evening, when you retrieve the valet-parking ticket. Once inside, if you have any questions or experience any problems, please do not hesitate to contact any of the staff. There are monitors stationed throughout the club. You will be able to distinguish them by the red bands they wear around their upper arms. Again, welcome to Tastsinn. I hope you have a wonderful evening.''

  They thanked her and began to turn from the desk. Elizabeth turned back.

  ''Excuse me,'' she said, and Susanna nodded. ''What does Tastsinn mean? I've never heard of the word before.''

  Susanna smiled, ''It comes from the German word, sinn, which means sensation. Tastsinn means 'sense of touch'.'' Elizabeth returned the woman's smile and thought it was both very appropriate and sexy. She also felt it was just a little bit naughty. After all, what else could she think when 'sin' was in the word?

  The interior of the club was every bit as inviting as the reception area. The space was wide and open. The front of the club seemed to offer several small seating areas, with groupings of chairs and sofas arranged in such a way as to invite either intimate conversation between two or accommodate larger groups of friends. There was a very large bar in the center. It was circular, with comfortable barstools all around the outside. The interior of the bar displayed hundreds of varieties of alcohol; the colors of the offerings served almost as an art piece. Crystal wine glasses hung from a rack in the center, with shelves holding other glasses, the vibrant colors of the bottles' contents reflected in their surfaces. There were three men and two women working to produce drinks for customers; each of them had the red band around their arms. Elizabeth smiled, seeing that the men wore black shirts, while the women wore tight black corsets.

  Jason asked them what they'd like to drink and then headed towards the crowded bar. Elizabeth and Nancy stood by one of the sitting areas and looked around. Neither seemed aware of the tableau they made. Nancy was several inches taller than Elizabeth. She had wavy blonde hair that was cut short, yet framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were blue, her skin tanned with small freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. She was lean and had the look of an athlete, though she never purposely exercised, if she could avoid it. Her face was bright as she took in the delicious vibes of the club. It was as if she were a little girl with money in her pocket, standing in a candy store. She wore a dress of shimmering light blue. It had thin spaghetti straps and her small breasts were free of any bra. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric. The dress clung to her hips, accentuating the soft, rounded curves of her bottom. The dress fit her so perfectly that it was obvious she was either wearing a thong or was bare beneath the dress. Her entire countenance shouted sexy, fun and ready.

  Elizabeth exuded a totally different sort of beauty. She was short, standing a little over five feet when not wearing heels. She had the sort of body that men drooled over. Her skin was pale, and her hair was the color of India ink. She usually wore it pinned back or up on top of her head. Tonight she wore it in an intricate waterfall braid that held her hair away from her face, yet looked so soft and inviting you wanted to reach out and caress the strands. While she rarely allowed it to fall free, when she did, it would softly caress the very small of her back. Her eyes were green and indeed seemed like windows to her soul. She wore a white, peasant-style top that was sheer enough to make her lacy, barely-there bra visible, if she hadn't kept the shawl wrapped around her. Her blouse was tucked into a pink skirt that flared out around her hips. The skirt wasn't as short as Nancy's dress, its hem hitting a few inches above Elizabeth's knees. She wore stockings and heels that added four inches to her height. While Elizabeth believed she looked far more conservative than her friend, her entire being was a siren's call. Her porcelain beauty and her small stature made men not only desperate to discover what lay underneath the clothing but to offer their protection as well. Nancy looked look like a sleek water animal, ready to jump into the pool to play. Elizabeth's body seemed to be strumming and posed, like a great jungle cat waiting to be tamed.

  Several men were already noticing their arrival. No one would approach until they were sure what role the man they had entered with played in their lives. Was he one of their Doms, or was the guy simply a lucky bastard that had two beautiful women under his care? As potential partners continued to watch the women, one man stood in the doorway leading to a hall beyond. He was also impressed with the two women; he was intrigued as well.

  The women went to join Jason at the bar. Nancy looked ready to grab her man and dive right in. Jason handed them their wine, and as they sipped, Nancy spoke.

  ''Elizabeth, I know you are thinking you are going to just hang out here and watch the world go by,'' she said. ''But I want you to have a good time. I mean it.''

  ''Nancy,'' she said, with a smile. ''I am a big girl. I not only can take care of myself, I promise not to just sit here all night. I fully intend to check out the club. It seems like a wonderfully appointed place, and I do want to look around,'' Elizabeth said.

  Nancy rolled her eyes. Seeing that Elizabeth had loosened her hold on the concealing shawl, Nancy easily pulled it off her friend. Before Elizabeth could react, Nancy had asked the bartender to keep it safe for her friend. She turned back to Elizabeth and smiled triumphantly. ''Looking around to check out the design is not what I meant, and you know it,'' Nancy said. ''This is a great club, little Subbie, and you promised. You are a young, beautiful submissive woman, so stop trying to hide behind coats and shawls.'' Elizabeth blushed but finally nodded. She was acting as if she'd never stepped foot into such a club before.

  ''Good,'' Nancy said. ''Now I expect you to mingle … with other people … not just be a gorgeous, sexy wallflower.'' She turned and looked at Jason, knowing he would agree with her.

  He smiled but shook his head. ''Nance, Liz is right. She is a big girl and it is her decision as to what she chooses to do or not to do,'' he said, and bent to kiss Elizabeth's cheek. ''We'll be around, honey. We won't stay too late.'' Nancy started to protest, when he spoke again: ''As of this moment, young lady, you are to assume the proper attitude, as well as the proper submissive mode. Am I clear?''

  Elizabeth watched as Nancy's entire body seemed to soften. Her eyes dropped to the floor. ''Yes, Sir,'' she said, clearly but quietly. It always was fascinating to watch the transformation. Strong, professional women who were very much in control outside these walls, willingly gave up that control by stepping into the role of a Submissive. Elizabeth knew that, though many women yearned for the experience, only those that truly had both women residing in their hearts and souls could successfully make the transformation.

  Jason turned back to Elizabeth and smiled. ''I do agree about mingling and the fact that you should not deny your beauty. I do not expect to see that shawl again until we are ready to leave. Understand?''

  Despite the fact that he had no real authority over her, Elizabeth smiled and nodded. ''Yes, Sir,'' she said. Jason nodded and kissed her cheek again.

  ''Good girl,'' he said. Elizabeth smiled as Jason and Nancy walked away, knowing they would soon find a place to continue exploring their connection.

  She, on the other hand, was perfectly content to watch quietly. This was a new club, and she was not familiar with most of the people she observed. There were people in all states of dress. She saw a woman being led by a short chain attached to a belt around her waist, totally naked except for a very small pair of panties. Women wearing micro-minis with corsets seemed to be abundant; women in what appeared to be sexy lingerie or barely-there nightgowns also seemed plentiful. Elizabeth smiled, thinking that, to an artist, these women in their various and widely-different attire could also serve as art. She turned to the bar to order another glass of wine.

  The bartender gave her a smile as he filled her glass. ''I agree with your fri
ends,'' he said, placing the glass on a coaster and sliding it in front of her. ''Though I certainly enjoy the view, you are far too gorgeous to hide at the bar.''

  She smiled and began to relax. ''Thank you, Sir,'' she said, and he grinned.

  ''I'm Will,'' he said. ''If you need anything, come to me and I'll take care of you.''

  She swallowed hard; the look in his eyes suggested that he meant more than just filling her glass. ''Thank you; I'm Elizabeth,'' she said.

  ''Nice to meet you,'' he said, and gave her a wink before turning away to serve another customer. Elizabeth was wondering how awkward she would look if she attempted to climb up to sit on one of the stools. They were too high for her to just sit down.

  She shrieked when she felt herself being lifted and twirled around, her wine sloshing out of her glass and onto the bar. She was unceremoniously plopped onto the stool. Looking up, she smiled, seeing a familiar face.

  ''Hey, baby doll,'' he said, bending to kiss her cheek. ''You look good enough to eat.''

  Elizabeth blushed, knowing he meant that both figuratively as well as literally. ''Hello, Sir,'' she said. She had met Ethan Brenson two years ago. She had watched him in action several times before ever accepting his offer to play. He was a nice guy and had never pushed her boundaries.

  ''Great place, don't you think?'' he asked, signaling to the bartender. He ordered another glass of wine to replace her spilled one, and a beer for himself.