Crystal walks into the club in her tight black bustier and smiles sheepishly for the first time in her life almost like she is was shy. She walked to the back of the club surrounded by her group of young ladies where they gathered to see what sort of place this dungeon was. First thing that was seen was a St. Andrew's cross taking up the left wall near the DJ booth and another one across from it. There was a variety of leather goods in one corner which included masks and whips of all lengths and styles. In the far corner there was a stage with a table and other dinning room amenities for a scene to play out later that evening. Near the couches there was a leather bound waist height A-frame which will be center stage for what will happen to her soon enough.
The bustier barely held in her nipples and pushed the top of her breasts towards her chin creating that round shape that grabs every man's attention. Her attire fit just right in this place. Most everyone there had sex sewn into their costumes as well. She had asked me to meet her here to 'play' with her. I am to dominate her while she is to accept her punishment like the bad little girl that she is. Neither of those roles are what we are in our pedestrian life, but they will be played out tonight.
With all caution thrown out the window for this evening the adventure begins with her asking to be dominated as she leans over the leather bound A-frame. This is where fantasy takes over from reality and the blindfold goes over her eyes. A light rope wraps around her wrists which is drawn tight behind her back. A wisp of silk used as a small skirt barely covers her bottom cheeks and it is quickly moved aside to expose her bare bottom and T-back panties. A heavy leather flogger is chosen and a light drawl of the tail drags across her backside. The pattern of strikes on her ass continues with increasing pressure and speed.