"There isn't a more intense feeling in the world," Cait said, "than that of completely giving up control."
I stared hard at her. What was wrong with her? Control was something I always had. I'll be damned if I was going to give it up to anyone, much less someone wielding handcuffs and a whip. The experimentalist in me retreated quickly behind a wall of indifference.
"Try it," she pleaded. "Try it once. You don't have to be a nice girl all the time. Come with me, please?"
I sighed as I looked at my friend and slowly nodded my head.
And so I found myself looking before the mirror, feeling like an awkward teenager, Cait rummaging through my closet for acceptable attire. She'd shown up dressed completely in black, her short blond hair fringing her face in tiny, honey-colored whisps, her blue eyes sunken deep by black eye shadow. Three years of friendship and I'd never seen her like this. Cait kept her sexual kinks to herself. Until now...
I decided on black leggings and a long, flowing white poets shirt, complemented by my knee-high black leather boots. After a thin layer of blood-red lipstick, Cait led the way.
Night had already soaked the streets of the city. We walked through alternating patches of light and darkness and fell into a silent communication fed by the buzzing glow of the lights. Cait obviously knew where she was going. I followed without question, though I felt a growing knot of apprehension deep in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to this. Too late to turn back now.
We turned into a dimly lit doorway that resembled the entryway of a run down big city apartment ghetto. "Are you sure this is the place?" I asked her, my body giving off a shudder of disgust.
"Positive. I come here all the time." She pulled open the door.
We were hit with the throbbing pulse of dance music and dark crimson haze from the neon lighting. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I followed Cait to the bar, which was crowded by a leather-clad crowd of pale-skinned, raven-haired vampires. Well, at least, they looked like vampires. Their eyes followed our every move as we ordered a couple of drinks and scanned the room.
The place looked like an old basement with some of the walls torn out. A dance floor of sorts was in the middle of the space, while long, wide couches lined the walls. There were posts, holes, rings, and chains scattered around the place. I leaned over to Cait.
"So what do we do?" I asked, impatient to satisfy her earlier plea for a look into her sexual world.
"We wait," she hollered over the music. "You'll know what to do when it's time to do it."
As I nursed my drink, not wanting to get drunk and lose control for the evening, I glanced around the room at the multitude of vibrating, writhing bodies. They seemed to revel in their strange look, as if they were trying to establish their own deep, dark leather and piercings culture. Women as thin as rails walked past me, their pale skin and eyes jagged against the contrast of their black hair. Men glanced at me, their attitudes almost daring me to say what I was thinking out loud.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a man approach Cait and wrap a thick, strong arm around her waist. His dark brown hair fell in long waves to the middle of his back, and he towered over both of us. She obviously knew him; within seconds the two were locked in a deep kiss. She broke it off long enough to introduce me.
"Ema, this is Andre." Cait leaned in close and in a whisper added, "I'll find you later...have fun!" I swirled the ice in my glass as I watched her make her way through the crowd and finally disappear.
Ordering another vodka from the bartender, I surveyed the room once more. I saw both men and women being led by chains attached to black collars around their necks. Where they were being led to I didn't know. Some disappeared behind curtains, some sat on the long couches that lined the walls of the club, their chains attached to nearby rings in the walls. I narrowed my eyes for a moment, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
I slowly made my way out across the club to find Cait and tell her that the place just wasn't for me and that I would grab a cab home. As I walked, I caught sight of more couples...men with women, men with men, and women with women. On my right I passed a young looking woman with a metal studded collar around her neck kneeling at the feet of a tall, thin, dark haired woman. The collared girl wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties, and her hands looked to be tied behind her back. The woman she obviously belonged to gave me a menacing stare.
I continued to search the crowd for Cait, noticing more and more groups of sexual activity. In a dimly lit corner I saw a man and a woman tower over another cowering man wearing only a leather chest harness to which a metal chain was attached. As the woman yanked the chain and pulled the man roughly toward her pussy, her second lover moved behind her and began pinching her nipples as he bit into the soft white skin at the back of her neck.
My eyes scanned the room for any sign of Cait. I saw one...her blond hair against a far wall caught my eye. With her was Andre and another man...tall, skinny, and bald...that I didn't recognize. Cait went down to her knees before the two of them, her clothes completely gone. A delicate silver chain draped from one nipple to other, attached at both ends by what looked to be nipple clamps. She wore the seemingly popular collar, her chain fixed to the wall but held tightly by Andre. As she sucked the cock of the man I didn't recognize, I watched Andre jerk the chain back. Cait's hand moved over Andre's cock faster now.
I was struck motionless. Not knowing whether to keep watching or turn away, I found myself entranced by what I was witnessing. I felt a warm wetness soak the lace crotch of my panties as my eyes refused to turn away from my friend. She must have felt me staring...her eyes turned in my direction and caught my gaze, and I thought I saw a smile as she moved the man's cock in and out of her mouth, her throat bulging as her lips hit his balls.
"You want to be in her place, don't you?"
