A small fantasy of mine but until it come true its a work of fiction. Well I am invited by a Mistress for a night out to a popular fetish club on a busy Friday night. I arrive at her house and she leads me to a bedroom and tells me to get ready. On the bed is the pinkest, frilliest, sissiest satin dress. Beautiful multi layer petticoat is next to it. The lingerie is in the softest baby pink imaginable consisting of suspender, bra and panties. Stockings in the same colour pink to match the lingerie. There are a pair of 3" pink heels too. I proceed to dress myself and apply my make up. As I'm finishing Mistress enters and compliments me on a good well done. She point me in the direction of a hardbacked chair and tells me to sit. Of course I obey, how could I refuse? She kneels before me and Mistress snaps an ankle cuff on one of my ankles. She repeats the procedure with the other ankle. She stands up and standing before me tells me that will be the only time she will kneel before a sissy like me. She gets me to present my wrists and a pair of cuffs are snapped in place. She walks behind me and starts to do my hair, putting in ringlets and baby pink bows. Finally she snaps a collar round my neck and upon the collar a leash! She tells me to sit here and wait while she gets ready. When she leaves I look at my new jewellery and notice the collar and cuffs all match, so does the lead. Anyway 30 minutes later Mistress returns wearing what can be best described as office wear! A sleek charcoal grey pencil skirt and white blouse. A pair of knee high leather boots with a 3" heel adorn her legs. She orders me to my feet and orders me to present her with the leash, which I dutifully do! The moment the leash is in her hands she yanks on it and I follow. She leads me out to the car and we both take a seat in the back. I am driven into the center of London with Mistress by my side! She says nothing and I keep my head down. We pull up outside a club. Outside is queue of people in various fetish attires. Mistress's driver opens the door for Mistress and I forced to follow with a sharp tug of the lead. The thought of waiting outside where everyone can see me makes me a little anxious but my fears are unfounded as I am led to another door. Apparantly Mistress bought tickets! Once inside the club Mistress tells me to take a seat in a seating area. Its still early but already the club is busy and I nervously take a seat alone as Mistress has disappeared into a back room. I'm grateful the lighting is low because the dress is very short and not even the petticoat hides a lot. Mistress reappears and I am led to this back room. Upon walking through the door I notice the lighting is better and it's not so busy. I also notice that there is various items of fetish furniture lying around the room each roped off to allow prevent crowding. Mistress lead me over what looks like a short vaulting horse where she takes a seat. Looking at me she tells me she has paid great expense for tonight and even more expense for the soul use of this "vaulting horse". It slowly dawns on me what Mistress has in mind and what she is telling me is I shouldn't complain or whine later on! I nod and mumble my consent, which cheers Mistress up. She tells me that I shall be left bound over this bench for the rest of the night. I shall be bound over and exposed. She will let who ever wants to have there turn with me but I shall be allowed to rest every half hour, though I won't be unbound for my rest. She then tells me that I consent I am to lay across the bench. She stands up and I lay down across the bench. The collar is unclipped and short chain is attached locking me to the bench. My cuffed wrists and ankles are attached at four points at the bottom corners. Its at this stage I realize that my very short skirt and exposing petticoat are now doing nothing to hide my panty clad bottom. I feel Mistress's hand caress my bottom before a sharp swat is landed. I flinch but do not yell. Another eleven hard swats are landed on my bottom each one carefully placed. Mistress then tells me that the panties will be removed later so enjoy them while I can! I hear her footsteps walk away from me and what seem like an eternity passes before a hand is placed on the small of my back. I can instantly tell it's not Mistress, the smell is all wrong for a start. Then a crushing blow is aimed at my exposed bottom with a wooden paddle with no warning. I yell out in a mixture of pain and surprise. Another blow follows on the other cheek and again I yell. After ten more, a soft but commanding voice exclaims in my ear that its a shame that Mistress will only allow twelve swats! It's only been two encounters but already I feel like I'm in over my head. But I'm not left with much time to think before I hear footsteps again.and a sharp sting of a thin cane is applied with power to my sore backside. I scream and I hear a giggle. After that another eleven swiftly follow and I squirm against my bonds with tears in my eyes. Despite the pain I realize I'm aroused and my squirming against the bench ain't helping. From across the room I hear more screaming but the collar has me staring at a wall! What proceeds for the rest of the night can be left to the imagination but it all follows on in that vien.