"I don't know if I can do this anymore," she admits for the fourth time. "What if someone recognizes us, or videotapes it and blackmails it? I'd lose everything, I can't-"
"Kitten," growls her date, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, a blue three-piece-suit, and a large masquerade mask covering the majority of his face. "You've gotten to the parking lot of the dungeon. We both have masks, we're in a completely different city and they don't allow phones or recording devices inside."
"Yeah, but-"
"But if we decide to leave now, you'll be looking back at this opportunity to cross an item from your sexual bucket list until you're begging me to take you back all over again." Sitting back in the car seat, he looks over to her, smiling, yet annoyed. "Make up your mind, and let's go do it."
Her newly painted nails dug into her dress, fidgeting at the fabric as she looked between him and the dungeon. It looked like just the run of the mill building, but she was in awe of the sheer amount of people walking inside. They were at the masquerade theme night and they had made a reservation to use some of the equipment. They had everything ready and set up, and yet...
"Ok," she says, steeling her fortitude and nodding confidently. Her red hair had been placed under a golden wig, her face covered with pale makeup, highlighted with a bright red lipstick. She even went through the trouble of putting in contacts, changing her green emerald eyes into a dark purple, making them more vibrant to contrast the paleness of the rest of her features.
She wore a matching dark blue dress, a long, flowing gown that hugged her body closely, but it was more for the outside show than anything. What she wore inside was for later on. And to top off the disguise, she wore a simple masquerade mask covering her cheek bones and eyes.
He made his way to her side of the car and opened it before she could change her mind. Pulling her to the door with a backpack over his shoulder, they made their way into a dark area, surrounded with people. The get ups ranged in a large variety, from the flowery and exquisite to the simple and common.
In the corner, there were even a couple in just jeans and t-shirts, sitting around and enjoying the view. "I was expecting a more..."
"Orgy type setting?" He asked over the crowd of people, smiling over their drinks and admiring each other's outfits. "This is the front of the dungeon. Behind those doors," he pointed out, designating a large set of double red doors, "is where we'll be having our fun."
Her eyes found the doors and her nerve seemed to weaken again, but she was suddenly jolted by a woman in a scarlet corset stopping in front of her. "OH my god, I love your outfits you two!"
"Th-thank you," she says, tightening her hold on her Dom as she continued on.
"Oh, you must be the new attendees, we've been waiting for you!!" She says this as she looked them both up and down, her eyes seeming to linger on them both in equal measure. "Come with me real quick and I'll show you where to go and what we have here."
Guiding her through the doors, she came across the more imagined view of what she was expecting. She stood in awe and fear of the people around her in the most drastic of outfits.
There were men in leather straps, chained to a bench and being flogged by beautiful women in spandex. A large man in a suit, paddling a smaller woman completely nude except for a bright pink mask, on a leaning pedestal. A woman across the room was giggling incessantly as she dangled in ropes, suspended from the ceiling and swinging back and forth with no control.
As she turned around, in every direction, she saw a new view of sexual torture and she couldn't help but smile. All these people seemed to accept each other for who they were. Why shouldn't she?
He knew that look in her eyes. Her "Boss Bitch" switch was flipped and she was ready to rock. "And right over here is your reservation for the next 2 hours."
Walking them to a large St.Andrews Cross, a dark cherry wood, padded with bright red cuffs on each end. He nodded softly to her, thanking her, before leading his date forward. "Kitten. Look at me," he says, gripping her chin to prevent her noticing the others looking over at them. "I need you to behave and relax. We're here to have fun, remember?"
But he knew that mischevious look in her eyes and that she was in her mood. She nodded sharply before looking at the crowd directly. Without a word, she slipped her arms through the sleeves of her dress and let the fabric fall.
The dress lands at her feet and she watched as a few jaws of the audience joined it. Underneath, she wore a beautiful dark blue thin corset, black edges and a matching pair of lacy panties. The garter belt that held up her stockings made the entire outfit match her attitude, but the feeling of her breasts being on full display over the top of the corset took the cake.
