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Welcome to the Club: Jun-12


E - Words: 1,168 - Last Updated: Oct 31, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Oct 07, 2012 - Updated: Oct 31, 2012
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Author's Notes: Mentions of breathplay.

June 2012

The lights in the club were flashing, the bass pounding, and the bodies gyrating. People had been offering to buy me drinks all evening and I turned all of them down. I was looking for someone who would fulfill my needs, and none of the men so far had passed the test. I wanted a Dominate tonight. I wanted somebody who when I said no with my eyes downcast, would grab my chin in their hand and say yes. As I was sitting in a corner of the room, the man I had been waiting for showed up. He was clad in tight, form fitting leather pants and his shirt had buckles and straps all across it. Everyone around him cast their eyes downwards and his dominance was palpable. The Dom had brown hair, coifed up and pale skin. He was just built enough to know he had muscles, but not enough to be overwhelming or all you noticed when looking at him. And, God, if it wasn’t hot the way he marched right up to me in his knee high black boots and asked me if I was a sub. My “yes Sir” was quiet as I cast my eyes down at his boots.

“I didn’t hear you pet” the Dom said, grabbing my chin and forcing my head up.

“Yes Sir. I’m a sub Sir,” I replied my voice strong.

“Are you claimed pet?” The Dom’s hand was still gripping my chin tightly. The slight pain sent sparks of pleasure to my groin.

“No Sir.”

“You’re coming with me now. Let’s go.” And with that, he dropped my face out of his hand and walked away, knowing I would follow him.

-*-

We took separate cabs to what I assumed was his house, after whispering in my ear a command for me to keep my eyes shut. He told the cabbie the address where I couldn’t hear, and by the time we got there, I had lost track of all the rights and lefts I thought we had made. I opened the door to the cab with my eyes still shut when the driver said we had arrived and the fare was already paid. I stood stock still on the curb until I heard a whispered “good Pet. Keep your eyes shut” and an arm on my elbow tugged me forwards. I walked blindly for around five minutes, trusting the Dom completely to guide me. We finally stopped and I heard keys jingling and the Dom’s countertenor voice commanding “step up” before tugging on my elbow. We stopped right inside the door and as soon as it was closed, the hand dropped and I heard footsteps going further into the building. I’d been a sub long enough to know that I was to stay exactly where I was until told otherwise and remained statue still.

I don’t know how long I stood there before I heard footsteps approaching me again. Soft lips pressed against mine before a tongue parted my lips. A cool liquid was pushed into my mouth and after a moment of shock, I recognized the burn of tequila as I swallowed. The press of lips was gone as soon as all the liquid was in my mouth.

“Hard limits?” The voice questioned.

“Scat, loss of Consciousness, electrostimulation, latex, and rubber,” I listed off instantly.

“Safe word?”

“Aurora, Sir.”

“Good. You will call me Sir or Master and I will call you whatever names I deem fit. Are you ready to play my pet?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied before he even finished the word pet, eager to please my master.

“Good. Now, I’ve got the playroom all set up, but you don’t get to see until we’re in there. I’m going to put a blindfold on you and a collar and lead you by a leash. With me so far pet?”

“Yes Sir. Please Sir.”

“So eager,” Master murmured while placing the blindfold over my eyes. Next I felt the cool pressure of a collar being fastened around my neck. As Master tightened it, he pulled it tight against my throat and fastened it one notch farther. My air intake was suddenly restricted in the slightest way, but I knew as soon as he started pulling on the collar with the leash my air would be precious and breaths just strained enough to show me that I was at Master’s mercy. After the collar was on, I was stripped of my clothes, with care taken that my half hard cock was not touched.

“Hands and knees. You’ll be crawling pet.” The second the command was given, I dropped to the ground onto my knees then leaning forwards placed my hands on the ground in front of me. The leash was hooked onto the collar and I was tugged forwards at a pace faster than I was capable of towards the playroom. The speed guaranteed that my breaths were only drawn when Master stopped, exactly when I started thinking about calling out my safeword every time. He had the timing down perfectly.

I could feel as soon as we entered the playroom. The floor turned from plush carpet into cold, hard, unyielding concrete. The temperature dropped multiple degrees, and the smell of leather, furniture polish, and a hint of the sterile smell of a hospital invaded my nostrils. The leash was unhooked from the collar as both were removed and the blindfold was taken off, but I stayed on my hands and knees with my eyes closed.

“I prefer my submissives in this resting position,” Master said before starting to manipulate my body to his liking. He pulled me up where I was resting my ass on my touching heels with my knees spread into a wide V, as far apart as they would go, in front of my body. My palms were rested on my thighs, back ramrod straight, head tilted downwards to stare at my hard length if my eyes were commanded open.

I sat in that position while the stranger from the bar moved around the room, opening drawers, taking things out and moving chains. Suddenly a hand was on the back of my neck, and I heard the command of “open your eyes” whispered. My eyes shot open and I saw that the Dom’s other hand was in my line of vision with a cock ring in it. I sucked my breath in quickly at the sight of it, excitement surging through my body knowing we were fixing to play.

“I’m putting this on you pet, and then we’re going to start slow and build up to exciting things I have planned for us,” Sir said, his voice betraying how turned on he was already.

-*-


That night, the stranger from the club made me cum 4 times before he finally let me sleep. And when I woke up in the cold, empty playroom, it was to a note scrawled in an elegant script.

Last night was fun. But that part of my life is over. Please show yourself out and lock the bottom lock before shutting the door.
Sir


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This is so good, I can't wait for more!

It's really well written and I can wait to read more, but BDSM is about trust, it's the most important thing. You don't go with someone you don't know, you play one or two scene before in a club, or you're present to the person by someone you trust. And alcool is often not allow, and can be considerate as a limit.