Blaine was quiet on Sunday. Kurt still found it unsettling at times, but he had come to understand that in the state he was in, Blaine was too caught in his submission to even speak.
When Kurt woke up in the morning on weekends, he was used to quietly rising in order to let Blaine get a few more hours of sleep. This morning though, when he opened his eyes, he saw Blaine already kneeling beside the bed. As Kurt sat up, Blaine smiled and kissed his knee, and when Kurt went to the bathroom, Blaine remained kneeling but turned so he looked at the bathroom door.
He would need a lot of closeness today, and Kurt was happy to provide it. So when he got back, he crawled back into bed and ordered Blaine to join him for some time of lazy making out.
They spent the day like that, mostly in bed, with Blaine clinging close to Kurt whenever he could. It made Kurt wonder a little how he would cope tomorrow when Kurt was at work, but he had a few ideas how he could keep Blaine's mind occupied and remind him that he was owned even without the direct presence of his Dom. And if that shouldn't workâwell, one of the perks of owning a company was to be able to leave whenever he wanted.
When evening drew near, however, he got them ready to go out. He had promised Elliot, and he thought that a visit to the club just had to be part of a week like this.
So he put Blaine in chastity, a new one that wasn't for long wear but was pretty to look at, especially underneath the pants he made Blaine wear: the ones he had worn at their collaring ceremony, that were less pants and more strings that would be tied together to not cover, but rather decorate the parts they went over.
He knew Blaine would be embarrassed to have everyone see he was in chastity, but he also knew the embarrassment would only add to his arousal.
He had fun dressing Blaine up, who suffered it good-naturally, still submissive but with a twinkle in his eyes that promised Kurt would get teased about it later.
He considered eyeliner as a punishment, but then saw Blaine's slightly pained expression when he looked down on himself at the chastity, and had a much better idea.
So he had Blaine sit down on the bed, and knelt before him. Blaine's eyes widened; he still found the idea of his Dom kneeling before him strange. Then his eyes closed, and he whined in surrender as Kurt started tying the laces of the pants and licked and kissed everywhere the laces didn't cover.
Blaine was flushed and fidgety by the time he was dressed. Kurt didn't give him time to recover, but got him into a coat and shoes, down the stairs and into a cab in a matter of five minutes.
Usually, when they went to Defiance, especially during the week. they were dressed pretty casually. A visit to the club was mainly a way to be open about the lifestyle and their roles, and to meet their friends. So Blaine would seek out Chandler and chat with him, and Kurt would talk to Elliot and other patrons. It was comfortable and, for a BDSM club, very non-sexual.
Today, Blaine was dressed up to the nines, which for a sub meant very little clothing. Kurt was in leather pants and knee-high boots, and when they arrived at the club, Blaine got them drinks and then went to kneel at Kurt's feet.
Chandler stared at him with his mouth wide open. "Who are you and what have you done with Blaine?"
Elliot made his own drink and then went to sit next to Kurt. The club was nearly empty, so he had no obligation to be elsewhere. Chandler dropped down on his lap. The rings in his nipples gleamed in the light.
"Are these new?" Kurt asked, and flicked one of them, causing Chandler to shriek and clap a hand over his nipple.
"Careful! They're still sensitive!"
Kurt grinned. "You must have a lot of fun with him at the moment."
"Oh, I do," Elliot said and gave one of the rings a light tug.
Chandler cursed and swatted his hand away. "Way too much, if you ask me."
"Well, I don't know what's going on with Blaine, but how about you follow his example?" Elliot said, pointing to the floor.
"Yes master, of course master, whatever you say master," Chandler said, wiggling his ass as he rose, earning him a hard smack.
"So what are you doing for punishment these days?" Kurt asked, biting back a grin.
"Well, he hopes for a spanking," Elliot said. "Which in his case is a fairly hard whipping, of course, but what he'll get -" he nudged his kneeling sub with his foot - "is corner time."
Kurt grimaced in sympathy. He knew how much Chandler hated being ignored, and how quickly he got bored. Which of course made corner time the perfect punishment.
He smiled down at his own sub. Chandler was poking his side and pinching his thigh, but Blaine wouldn't be disturbed; he took Chandler's hand and held it so it couldn't keep on bothering him, and leaned against Kurt's knee, closing his eyes contentedly.
He stroked his hair, and when Blaine looked up at him and smiled, he said, "Don't fall asleep, pet. There's still something you have to do today."
"Yes, Sir," Blaine said, licking his lips. "When do you want me to -"
"You can start right now," Kurt said and opened his pants. "Slowly, we're in no hurry. Don't use your hands."
He took out his cock and stroked himself until he was half hard, while Blaine was watching hungrily and shuffled closer on his knees.
He sighed when Blaine took him in his mouth and sucked softly. He saw Chandler look at them with wide eyes, and smiled. They had done this before, here, but usually they took things home when they went to that level.
Elliot looked at them. "So you're in a scene right now, or -?"
Kurt nodded. "Practically a week-long scene, the whole spring break."
Elliot whistled softly. "That's a good idea. Intense, but good. I should try that some time."
Chandler opened his mouth to say something, but Elliot stopped him with a gesture. "Before you say anything that will get you in trouble, I suggest again that you follow Blaine's example and occupy your mouth otherwise."
"With pleasure, master," Chandler said. For once, it sounded genuine.
It went on like that for a while, the two Doms holding up some sort of conversation with their subs blowing them slowly and leisurely. Kurt found himself getting distracted more and more, and the things he wanted to say to Elliot were often replaced by a moan. He whimpered, hopefully inaudible, while Blaine tongued the ridge under the head of his cock, and decided to take a break. He was enjoying this too much to let it end so soon.
So he pulled Blaine back by his hair and grinned at his pout. He held up his glass.
"Get me another water, please, pet."
Blaine stood, somewhat confused. He was flushed, with tousled hair that Kurt had probably been gripping without realizing it, and red, swollen lips. His cock was invisible behind the chastity, but Kurt imagined it as hard as it could be in that thing, straining at the walls that kept it. He suppressed a moan; the image did nothing to stave off his orgasm.
"Cold water," he added, and Elliot looked at him and snorted, immediately knowing what was troubling him.
"Laugh as long as you can," he said, grinning in satisfaction as Elliot's smirk turned into a moan as Chandler served him especially well.
But Elliot soon recovered enough to ask, "Do you want to turn this into a contest on who can hold out longer?"
Kurt laughed. "I really don't."
He just wanted to sit here and enjoy this. Besides, Blaine's experiences with competing Doms were anything but good.
He leaned back and accepted the glass of iced water that Blaine brought him. He pressed it to his cheek for a moment and then took a sip while Blaine resumed his place at Kurt's feet, asking with a glance if he should resume his occupation, too.
Kurt scooted down a little and nudged the tip of his still-hard cock against Blaine's lower lip.
Blaine eagerly opened his mouth and began to suck hungrily, surprising Kurt who had expected the leisurely pace from before. He moaned and closed his eyes, resigned to the fact that despite the short break, this wouldn't take long at all. He didn't try to talk to Elliot anymore, but instead wrapped his fingers in Blaine's hair and held him in place to fuck his mouth with shallow movements, as well as he could while seated. Blaine moaned around him, apparently well pleased with the new development, and doubled his efforts, making Kurt come in an embarrassingly short time and leaving him a boneless mess sprawled out in the leather booth they were sitting in.
When he was able to open his eyes, he saw Elliot look at him with a grin that clearly said, "I win."
"It's not a competition," Kurt growled, only for Elliot to laugh at him.
Shrugging, Kurt pulled Blaine up to him and claimed his lips in a kiss.
"You did so well. Thank you, sweetheart," he said and offered him his glass of water, which Blaine took and drank from before he said,
"My pleasure, Sir."
They stayed for a bit and watched Chandler bring Elliot off. Blaine came up enough to take part in the conversation afterwards, though he stayed cuddled close to Kurt the whole evening.
They left early, though, because Kurt had work the next day. Therefore, he was also glad that Blaine wasn't so very subby anymore, although he very much liked when he was. But it would be easier for him alone tomorrow.
He still asked when they were ready for bed.
"Will you be okay tomorrow when I'm at work?"
Blaine grinned and kissed him. "I'm sure you've devised some devious methods to torture me while you're gone. Anyway, I'll be alright."