I stood waiting at the door. She finally decided to open it, wearing a very revealing dress. I don't think she knew what was in store for her, whether she's 20 or not. I'm 25, and I've been doing this for a while. She is so clueless.
Club Total isn't your average happening spot. It's pretty underground, and as long as you know people, you're almost guaranteed a VIP spot.
That was me. I'm best friends with the owner and I've known him for years.
The drive out there was filled with casual small-talk: where you from, what was home like, etc. I didn't really give a damn about talking to her, but I did care about what was going to happen to her.
I should probably start by telling you what it is I'm going to do to her. I'm going to take her to a private room, and I'm going to teach her my ways. It's been a few months since I had a good play date, and when she replied to my classified, I explained a bit about what was going to happen. We talked limits, and then we set up a date. Naturally, she's hesitant. They all are at first. Then I make them cum. Nothing shouts "orgasm" like being dangled from a rafter by your arms and legs. It sounds barbaric, I know. But trust me when I say that most women I've been with love it for some reason or another.
We arrive at the club, and I get out, do the chivalry thing and open her door, and toss the keys to the valet. I take her by the arm, and when we get inside, we're cordially greeted by the concierge.
"Right this way, Sir," she gestures as she takes us to an elevator, far down the hall from the main dance floor.
"Where are we going?" asks Tara, my date.
"What we're doing is in a private room, away from any distraction that can mess with our chi," I chide her.
She blushes and smiles curiously. She's going to do wonderfully.
The concierge shows us to my preferred room, and when we enter, there's only one light on, dangling from the rafter, shining artistically over a single wooden chair.
"Go sit," I tell Tara. "And remember: from this point on, you do EXACTLY as I tell you. Quickly," I make sure that the previous inviting inflection from my voice is replaced with control and dominance.
"Ok," she replies timidly as she glides over to the chair.
"What?!" I scold her.
She stops mid-stride, turns about, and corrects herself, "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."
"This one I can let go, but no more. Continue to your chair."
"Yes, Master."
She takes a seat, and I allow for it to sink in. She's a natural blonde, a former track star in college, and had a pretty rockin' body. 36C, a naturally thin waist, but not so small that the bones make up most of it. She was a fit girl, and her fair skin will glow magnificently tonight.
I make my way through the darkness to a nearby coat rack and remove my jacket and shirt. I can hear her trying to get comfortable.
"Stop moving," I demand.
"Yes, Master," she obeys.
I go to a nearby table on the left and select two pairs of handcuffs to start us out. She can't see what I'm doing, and I love the suspense. I can almost hear her heart rate increase.
"Sit up straight, and put your hands behind you," I order.
"Yes, Master," she obeys, straightening in her chair.
I walk towards her, mocking her with the cuffs, as I notice her eyes grow wide with uncertainty at the shiny steel cuffs. Until she uses the safe word, I'm free to do whatever.
I firmly grasp her wrist. She gasps a little as I cuff her wrists to her ankles. Planting her in the chair. I walk back over to the table, and take a pair of scissors. As I walk closer, her eyes go wild with doubt. I debate telling her not to worry.
Fuck that.
I swiftly walked to her, holding the scissors down ominously, and quickly grabbed the cleavage of the dress, hearing her whimper. I could feel myself already beginning to fight against the cage of my pants.
She starts to breathe rapidly as I take the scissors and forcefully cut the dress from her body. I hope it wasn't expensive.
She sighs heavily, knowing now my intentions.
I step back, admiring her figure. Her breasts rise and fall in hungry angst, flushed red and perfect handfuls. The areola pink; the nipples hard as they sat on the tip of her tits, enticing me...
I walk back to the table and grab two clothespins.
"Now I'm going to teach you how to love pain as it enhances pleasure."
I return to her, and grasping one, I pull the nipple to ensure it gets as hard as it can, and then I pull it farther, hearing her wince in pain, and knowing that its far enough as I snap the clothespin down on the erect nipple. She cries out in the exotic voice of a girl finding out how hot it is to be in her position.
I grab the other nipple and repeat the process. Again, a moan of pleasure from pain as I snap the pin down.
I step back, and eye her up and down.
