Hatsuharu parked the car in the parking garage across the street from the exclusive club, Citadel. After straightening his attire he stepped to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Tohru. As her booted heel touched the floor she extended her hand to Hatsuharu for assistance. Instantly aroused, Hatsuharu drew her to her feet, pushed the door closed, and backed her against the car. She could feel the warmth of his leather clad body as he came close. Fire raced through her veins as his mouth hungrily covered her. Lost in a flood of desire, Hatsuharu's kiss revealed his fiery possession.
Quickly regaining control of himself, Hatsuharu looked at her intensely. For a long moment, his deep grey eyes, as dark and powerful as he was, embraced her.
"Slave," Hatsuharu said, his tone velvet, yet edged with steel. "You will do exactly as I say and you are not to speak once we enter the club."
"Yes, Master," Tohru whispered, bowing her head in submission.
Hatsuharu waited a punctuating minute, then with a finger he lifted her chin. As their lips again met, Hatsuharu's fingers laced with hers, and giving Tohru's hand a squeeze he whispered, "Let's go."
As they left the parking garage Hatsuharu slipped his hand from Tohru's and placed it against the small of her back, directing her across the street to the club. Once inside Tohru quickly glanced around the room. Two men in business suits were standing to her left, a women in an evening gown emerged from the ladies room, and she could hear soft music coming from what appeared to be a dining area.
"Good evening, Lord Haru," came a deep voice to her right. Startled, Tohru moved a step closer to Hatsuharu.
"Good evening," Hatsuharu responded.
"May I take the ladies coat?" the clerk asked, offering his assistance. Tohru's eyes widen, and her quick, silent refusal amused Hatsuharu.
"No thank you. We will be using the inner room this evening," Hatsuharu answered, then his eyes narrowed at Tohru. "We will leave our things with Junna, once inside."
"Very well, Sir."
Hatsuharu again placed his hand at the small of Tohru's back, directing her down a well lighted hall and around the corner. Stopping in front of the second door on the left, Hatsuharu stepped passed her and gave a sharp rap. While they waited Hatsuharu positioned Tohru behind and to the left of himself.
"You are to follow me in and you will remain behind me at all times," he instructed. Head up, eyes lowered, Tohru gave a quick nod. "Good girl."
A minute later the door opened and Hatsuharu stepped in, followed by Tohru. The lightening was dim and it took a few seconds for Tohru's eyes to adjust. It was as if they had stepped into another world.
To her left were two girls, each had their hands cuffed together and were attached to the wall by a ring above their heads. The one facing her had a rubber object in her mouth, held in place by straps locked at the back of her head. Her only clothing was a pair of light maroon stockings with a deep maroon, silk garter holding them in place, and a pair of six inch maroon stilettos. The second girl was facing the wall, she was encased in a shiny black material, from the hood over her head to the molded stiletto's on her feet. The only skin visible was in the back from her hips to her knees, and that area had been well striped recently by a cane or crop.
Tohru winced slightly at the thought, and turned her attention to the view directly in front of her. Two steps descended into a large public room. Darker there than the room she now was in Tohru concentrated on bringing the view into focus, and unconsciously took a step forward. Hatsuharu's hand touched her arm and she stood stock still. Tohru's head lowered just a bit as she cast her eyes to the floor and moved her foot back.
"Good evening, Lord Haru," came a familiar female voice to her right.
"Good evening, Rin," Hatsuharu responded, and Tohru's eyes instantly met Rin's.
"First outing," Rin remarked, ignoring Tohru's eye contact.
"Yes, it may prove to be a long evening," Hatsuharu sighed with exasperation.
Tohru's head dropped.
"Patience Hatsuharu," Rin reminded him, "we have all been there at one time or another." A smile touched the corners of his mouth as he winked at Rin. "I will speak with you again as the evening progresses," Rin responded, resting her gloved hand on his arm briefly before she departed.
As Rin stepped down into the public room, Hatsuharu walked over to check his coat. Tohru was watching Rin, and hadn't notice that Hatsuharu had left, but Hatsuharu immediately noticed Tohru was not at his heels.
Hatsuharu fought the quick anger accompanied with disobeidence, took a deep breath and snapped his fingers loudly. Tohru's head swung around and their eyes met. Hatsuharu watched as Tohru sadly hung her head, and waited for his command.
After what seemed an eternity Hatsuharu spoke sternly. "Come here."
Tohru slowly moved to the counter.
"Good evening, Junu," Hatsuharu greeted, turning his back to Tohru.
"Good evening, Lord Haru."
"Have my associates arrived yet?" Hatsuharu asked as he removed his jacket.
"Yes Sir. They are seated near the arena," Junna answered cheerfully.
"Slave, remove you coat," Hatsuharu spoke harshly to Tohru. Wincing at the sound of his voice, Tohru's fingers fumbled with the buttons of the duster.
Taking longer than she wanted, Tohru finally managed to slip the heavy coat off and handed it to Junna. Hatsuharu then unsnapped the shoulder cape from her collar, fully exposing her breast. Tohru remained still as he handed her cape to Junna.
"Now, remove your skirt and hand it to Junna," Hatsuharu ordered. For a split second Tohru's eyes met Hatsuharu's, and she remembered her skirt was the only article of clothing for which he had not provided a lock. "Slave, do as you are told."
Tohru reached behind her back and lowered the zipper of her white suede skirt. Then swallowing the lump in her throat, she slipped her fingers under the waist band, slowly pushing the skirt passed her hips and thighs. Silently stepping out of the skirt she folded it neatly and laid it on the counter for Junna.
A woman, dressed in an elegant leather body suit, stopped at the counter. Her black eyes roamed over Tohru's half naked body.
"Nice Hatsuharu. Very nice," her deep, throaty voice pentrated Tohru's mind.
Tohru was greatful for the semidarkness as she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Unforunately, the darkness didn't hide the tear that slipped unbidden from her blue eyes.
"Mistress Kaguya, this is my precious pet, Tohru," Hatsuharu's gentle voice introduced. His words caressing Tohru's breaking heart. "Be assured of her place at my side," he continued, a silken thread of warning in his voice.
"I shall indeed be watching, Hatsuharu," Kaguya chuckled threateningly, and gracefully glided toward the public room.
Hatsuharu touched his thumb under Tohru's eye, drying her tears. "Are you all right?" he asked softly.
"Yes Master, I am fine," Tohru breathed.
Hatsuharu touched his lips to her forhead and whispered, "Good girl." Then reaching into his vest pocket Hatsuharu brought the nipple clips and tiny chain into view. "My Pet, I am going to see to it you stay focused for the remainder of the evening," he enlightened, as Tohru gazed at the objects in his open palm.
Hatsuharu attached the ring end of each chain to the center ring of Tohru's collar with the extra lock he had dropped in his pocket. Each clip now dangled loosely between her prominet breasts. With the clips resting in the palm of his left hand, Hatsuharu's right forefinger eased into the half cup bra of the corset. Expertly lifting the nipple of each breast, which Tohru had so conscientiously tucked out of view, his fingers teasingly fondled the sensitive pink tips. Tohru watched as her nipples became erect, pinched gently between Hatsuharu's fingers.
"Look at me, my pet," Hatsuharu whispered.
As Tohru's questioning blue eyes met his, Hatsuharu simultaneously attached the clips. Tohru's eyes widened in surprise, and Hatsuharu blocked her hands as they darted toward her breast. Tohru tried to shoved his hands aside. Hatsuharu immediately pulled the leather paddle from it's boot.
"No," Tohru gasped pleadingly, dropping her hands to her side.
"You will not touch the clips," Hatsuharu ordered emphatically. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered softly, biting her lip against the intense pain in her nipples.
"The sharpness will be gone in a minute," Hatsuharu encouraged.
Tohru gave a slight nod and shifted her weight in the six inch heeled boots. Quickly her expression changed as her legs rubbed together, and Hatsuharu smiled.
"Excited?" he whispered, and his grey eyes sparkled.
The paddle still in his hand, Hatsuharu tapped the front of her thigh, indicating for her to separate her legs. With a disapproving scowl, Tohru inched her knees apart. Hatsuharu's hand skimmed the inside of Tohru's thigh, stopping at her moist pussy.
"Very wet, my Pet," he murmured. Visibly amused, Hatsuharu took a tissue from the counter, and dried the tips of his fingers. When he spoke again his voice was firm.
"Tohru, it is time to meet with my associates. You are to do exactly as I say and you are to remain silent, is that clear?"
"Yes Master," Tohru replied, and raising her head and lowering her eyes, Tohru followed Hatsuharu down the two steps into the public room.
The table where Hatsuharu stopped was along the perimeter of the well lighted arena. Four men and two women were seated about the table. One of the women being Mistress Kaguya. At her feet, positioned on all fours were two seemingly well trained female slaves. Each dressed in matching collars, wrist & ankle cuffs, and what appeared to be a tail resting between the cheeks of their ass. Also two of the men had female slaves and one of the men had a male slave perched precariously on a very low three legged stool. The other two female slaves wore outfits similar to Tohru's and they each sat quietly to the left of their masters. Sadly, Tohru did notice that none of the female slaves had nipple clips attached to them.
"Hatsuharu, you're late," the oldest gentleman in the group commented. His quick gray eyes humorous, yet tender as he gave Tohru the once over.
"Yes, forgive me Dai. I got held up at the door," Hatsuharu remarked, then turned his attention to the woman sitting to Dai's right. "Asuka," Hatsuharu acknowledged and bowed his head slightly. "It is good to see you."
"Thank you, Hatsuharu. Who is the one who shadows you?" Asuka's mystical voice touched Tohru's senses, and she raised her eyes to gaze on a vision of loveliness.
The briefest of signals from Asuka and Tohru quickly lowered her dark lashes.
"This is my play pretty, Tohru," Hatsuharu introduced. Tohru didn't flinch as Hatsuharu's words sent a shriver over her body, making her keenly aware of the clips on her nipples.
"She is obviously new to the 'scene'," Kaguya commented to the group. Tohru noticed Hatsuharu tense slightly at the comment and wondered what hold this woman had over him.
"We were all new at one time," Hatsuharu responded dryly, remembering Rin's comment.
"Sit Hatsuharu," Dai broke in, "we have others matters to discuss."
Hatsuharu seated himself, then arranged a chair to face the arena for Tohru. Tohru's bare bottom touched the cool wood of the chair and the muscles of her pussy tightened. Heat washed through her body, immediately followed by a chill, again making her aware of the clips fastened tightly to her nipples.
Tohru began to shift about in her chair as she watch the first Master enter the arena and begin to position his slave. Asuka gave an inconspicuous nod toward Tohru and Hatsuharu gave a tug to the chain of the nipple clips. Instant pain, followed by increased wetness settled Tohru securely on the chair.
Tohru watched as the Master attached nipple clips to his slave and automatically her hand moved to ajust the discomfort she was feeling. Hatsuharu's hand dropped to her knee in warning, and Tohru gave a slight huff, just loud enough for him to hear. Hatsuharu instantly redirected his attention to Tohru. Grasping her wrist he jerked it behind her back, twisting her around on the chair as he did so.
"Give me your other wrist," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Tohru heard the unmistakable click...click of each wrist collar being attached to the silver D ring on the back of her corset.
"Turn around and watch the arena," Hatsuharu ordered. Tohru turned around, but her head remained down. Hatsuharu's lips touched the edge of her ear as he whispered, "Watch the arena, or I will punish you here and now."
Tohru's head came up, her defiant blue eyes fixing on the center of the arena. Without warning Hatsuharu removed the nipple clips. Tohru pressed her bottom tightly into the chair as blood surged into her nipples. Then as quickly as the clips were removed, Hatsuharu clamped them on again. Tohru's head dropped, a muffled whimper escaping her lips as the clips bit down. Hatsuharu took hold of her chin, forcing her to face him; Tohru refused to make eye contact. At the same moment Hatsuharu reached for his leather paddle Rin's gloved hands began to massage his neck and shoulders.
"Hatsuharu," Rin's soft voice broke the deafening silence at the table. "There's some friends here I would like you to meet."
Hatsuharu hesitated, took a ragged breath and pushed his chair back. Tohru watched as Hatsuharu followed Rin to a nearby table.
"Hatsuharu, these are some lovelies I have been training," Rin informed loud enough for Tohru to hear. "I thought you might like to look them over. Possibly, one will be to your liking."
"Rin..." Hatsuharu started to protest.
"Hatsuharu, just stand there and appear to be interested," Rin instructed quietly. "Now, this one I call Aislynn" she announced loudly, and urged the voluptuous beauty to her feet. "She is quick to learn and very compliant. This one I call Jocasta," Rin continued, moving around the table, managing to keep Hatsuharu positioned with his back to Tohru.
Tohru sat and watched as each girl wiggled about in front of Hatsuharu. To appease Rin, Hatsuharu appraisingly fondled each slave with apparent interest-straightening a harness strap, tightening a corset lace, gently swatting a bare ass.
"Rin," Hatsuharu began to grumbled again.
"Hatsuharu, turn around and look at your precious one now," Rin whispered. Hatsuharu turned around, his blue eyes piercing the distance between them. The corner of Tohru's mouth was turned down, tears bordered her lashes and her warm blue eyes told him everything she felt.
"Thank you Rin," Hatsuharu whispered, without taking his eyes off Tohru.