• Nervous? Excited? Scared? Well, yes, I was all three, and more, as I got ready for tonight's date with you. You'd talked me into going out clubbing with you, as a "Mistress / submissive" couple. We'd wrestled for who got to be the Mistress. You won all three times. Darn it, I tried really hard, too, but you won, fair and square.

    So there I was, dressed to kill, in my skin-tight black velvet jeans, black velvet high-heeled sneakers, black silk blouse, with my fur-lined handcuffs and leather cat-o-nine-tails attached to my belt. You were dressed in a slutty maid's outfit, complete with fishnet stockings, garter belt and a black patent leather collar. You handed me your leash and stood back, modelling for me.

    "As always, you look marvellous," said I.

    "Shh! You're the Domme, be more aggressive!" was your response.

    "Slave, when I want your opinion, I'll tell it to you! Brush the lint off these shoes." I leaned infinitessimally back, looking bored, as you complied, flashing your bare tush as you brushed. When you were done, I grabbed your arm and yanked you close to me, where I whispered "I am so freakin' hot for you already, and we're not even there yet, you sadist!"

    You laughed, eyes bright with promises of later delights, while I pocketed your leash.

    To get in the mood on the drive over, I'd loaded the car's cd player with a bunch of good music, starting off with Fem2Fem's "Erotic Trance" mix of "Switch," as I'd discovered it was also near and dear to your heart. The second song, tho, was for me to practice, for karaoke - an oldie by INXS, a perfect dyke song if you changed just one little word. I sang while you drove.

    Before we entered the club, I had you lean down, flashing your cleavage, to help me out of the car. I snapped my fingers and gestured you to stand still while I fastened the leash to your collar. At the door, I waited impatiently for you to pay the cover fee, then as we opened the door to step inside, I "accidentaly" touched your breast. Your knees quivered, and I winked at you. You were at least as hot as I was.

    I walked you over to the bar, and ordered drinks for us. I allowed myself one real drink, early on, as I was to drive us home. We danced a bit, schmoozed a bit, said hi to some friends, and watched the other wimmin doing their songs - several quite good, and a few rather less so. Finally, it was our turn.

    The song we'd chosen was an older one, "Need You Tonight," by INXS. I made sure you were seated in front, so I could work with you in the song. I started singing...

    "Come over here." I whispered into the mike, pointing at you. You turned, batting your eyes, and crossed your long, elegant legs. The song continued, and I sung "All you've got is this moment. The twentyfirst century's yesterday. You can care all you want. Everybody does, yeah that's okay."

    We'd rehearsed this often enough it was second nature by now. Your eyes were wide, staring at me as you twiddled with your drink. You licked your bright-crimson lips.

    "So slide over here," I beckoned you. "And give me a moment. Your moves are so raw." as you finished tying a knot in your drink's cherry stem with your tongue. "I've go to let you know, I've got to let you know you're one of my kind."

    You smiled coyly at me, batting your eyes, and stepped onstage with me.

    "I need you tonight," I sang as I ran my fingers up under your chin. "Cause I'm not sleeping," holding your gaze. I held you in front of me, arms outstretched. The crowd was drinking in the show. Time for the changed word ...

    See, the karaoke machine was showing the actual lyrics to the crowd of dykes around us. They were clearly able to see the line was supposed to be "There's something about you, girl, that makes me sweat." Then I sang my version of that line:

    "There's somethin' about you girl, that makes me wet!"

    The audience approved of the change with whistles and "woo-hoo"s.

    "So how do you feel?" you sang. I replied, "I'm lonely." Your turn: "What do you think?" Me: "Can't take it all." You again: "Whatcha gonna do?" I replied by singing "Gonna live my life." As you spun, your short skirt twirling up to show you weren't wearing panties, you sang "How do you feel?" In return, I plaintively cried out, "I'm lonely!" We finished off the song, dancing together as we sang. Our duet eventually transitioned into you singing harmony to my melody, ending with "I've got to let you know, you're one of my kind." With that, you clipped the end of the leash to your collar, handed me the strap, winked at me and stood there, eyes lowered. I took the leash, pulled you to my side, and kissed you deeply and passionately before we left the stage.

    I was beat, wrung out and vibrantly electrified at the same time. I dropped into my seat and called for a coke to cool off. You looked radiant, basking in the applause. When we'd both finished our drinks and freshened up a bit, I walked you back to the car. I drove us home, to the best screaming, toe-curling, massively multiorgasmic four-hour-long lovemaking session I had ever had.