Martini's

No, not the drinks. Martini's is the name of a bar near where we live. Tuesday night is alternative lifestyle night. Perfect for Master to show off his kajirae.

Which is what he did last night. Miranda wore one of her dancing dresses, a short scarlet one, backless, made with a hole at the belly. Shayla was in another of miranda's dresses, white, gauzy, see-through. Neither of us wore anything underneath them. And both dresses were determined to climb up our asses.

After ordering our drinks, we settled at a table near the dance floor, watching the dancers, listening to the music. Master spent a few moments speaking with the DJ, who is a friend of his. The two of us danced after a few songs had played.

It took a little to learn how to keep that silly white thing where it belonged while dancing, but shayla caught the trick soon enough. To her knowledge she didn't flash anyone while she was dancing. Miranda took full advantage of the fact that shayla's hands were kept to her sides. Master watched us the entire time. Though he wasn't the only one. A man who'd been staying near the DJ booth had a perfect view of shayla's ass the whole time she was on the floor. And we had one gentleman come up and dance with us, wanting to know if he could get to know us better. Shayla was able to keep from laughing while miranda pointed Master out, telling the man that he'd have to speak with our Owner about it. He didn't, though later he *did* tell Master that Master was his hero.

Master danced with us for a while, both of us at the same time. Neither of us anticipated that we'd be dancing with his hands wrapped around our collars, commanding us to climax at various times. Both of us have been trained to come on command, it's not even necessary to touch us. He'd let us draw back a little, then pull us in, tell us to 'go'. Shayla's not certain but she suspects that she left a wet spot on his jeans during that little episode. And she knows that any number of people were watching, and knowing exactly what was going on with us. The knowledge made the whole experience even more arousing for shayla.

Later Master watched while we danced. The position of the table provided a perfect view of the dance floor, & Master was able to watch unimpeded. Shayla's still new to dancing, and occasionally has trouble when Master watches her. It's as if her body freezes when she knows his eyes are on her, and it's tremendously hard for her to keep going under his gaze. And last night he watched, she saw him watching, felt his eyes on her. And was able to not only keep on dancing, but meet his gaze, smile at him while she danced even more for him.

And he was pleased with it. Perhaps while reading this you're thinking, 'Why is it so hard for you to dance for your Owner? You just do it' Shayla's never known, but it's always been more difficult for her to dance when she's been under her Master's eye. She's hated it, the way her mind numbs, body freezes, muscles lock up. Only last night she didn't. She was able to be relaxed, stay relaxed, actually revel in feeling his eyes on her. Just sitting here thinking about it brings tears to her eyes.

It's really brought home how far she's come, and at the same time how far she's yet to go. Master anticipated that it would be perhaps 2 years that it would take shayla to progress to where we're both wanting her to be. It was just a night dancing at a bar. Hardly something to be noted. What happened for shayla there was significant, though.

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