Joe and Sue

I opened the door to my apartment, put my purse on the table just inside, and walked to the kitchen. Standing at the sink, looking out the window while running my fingers through my hair I wonder if am destined to be alone forever. There have been dates with men but no one holds my interest long enough to form a lasting relationship. I wonder if I am the problem. Perhaps I am being too picky, in search of the ultimate relationship that doesn't exist. Being alone is lonely, but settling for something less is worse. I know because I have been there before. Reflecting back to my first marriage, I grimaced at the years I endured a loveless existence.

Patience is virtue... You will find love when you aren't looking... It will happen when you least expect it. I have heard all the clichés, but I still question my sanity at times.

Tonight I am embarking on a new adventure. A girlfriend at work told me about a private club that her and her husband go to. I will join them this evening, as their guest.

She seems to think that my personality is the drawback, when it comes to my lack of finding a satisfying relationship. The club they are taking me to is a BDSM club.

I have always been sexually aware, but it isn't really something you talk about the first time you sit down with someone. She told me that there is a hierarchy in the BDSM world, but didn't elaborate on it. I asked her where she was in the scheme of things. She just smiled and said she was with me. I was tired and didn't bother to ask her what she meant. I just accepted her invitation to shut her up, since she thinks she knows me more than I know myself.

After I showered and dressed, they arrived at 6:00pm. Her and her husband looked wonderful, dressed in a dress and suit. Laura commented on how nice I looked then walked in and sat on the couch. I felt as though she wanted to talk, so I joined her.

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"You look like you have something to get off your chest, so spill the beans."

She laughed, "I know I have not told you much about the club."

"And?"

"Well, it was hard to describe something like this place at work."

"So, tell me now."

"Do you know what BDSM means?"

"Yes, I read a little bit on the internet."

"Good and bad, depending on what you read."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"The BDSM world can be a beautiful place, or it can be a horrible place."

"Oh great, it sounds like this is where the sadomasochistic part comes in."

"No," she laughed, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"Sue, I see how you are at work. I know you, and I think the reason you have not found a meaningful relationship is because something is missing."

"Well, duh."

"Ack, this is hard to explain without you having knowledge of the hierarchy."

"Just say it Laura."

"Ok. You are submissive Sue."

I laughed, "Submissive?"

"Yes, submissive."

"And just how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Your actions, how you respond to people and how you go out of your way to please others with no expectations."

"Ok, and how do you think this pertains to my lack of a meaningful relationship?"

"If you meet someone Dominant that you click with in the BDSM world, you will find out."

"If?"

"Well, BDSM or otherwise, you have to have chemistry with someone."

"So this may be just another wild goose chase?"

"No, look at it as an adventure, or broadening your horizons."

I laughed, "Ok, sure I can do that. You know me, miss submissive, I took your invitation tonight just to please you."

She smiled, "Yes."

"That's all? You don't have anything else to say?"

"No Sue. I think you should just go with us and see for yourself. We invited you tonight because they are having a "newcomers" get together."

"If I go to this place, what will be expected of me?"

"Nothing, you just go and mingle."

"I can do that. There isn't wild sex going on in the background or anything is there?"

She smiled, "Sometimes in special rooms you can watch others."

"WHAT?"

"Oh stop it Sue, just get your purse and let's go have fun tonight."

I grabbed my purse and walked out the door with her. Her husband quietly followed without saying a word. We walked to their car. He opened the back door for me to get in then did the same for her to sit in the front with him. I sat and thought about the little interlude at my apartment.

"Do they really have a place you can watch people having sex!?!?"

They both laughed. Her husband spoke for the first time. "Some people are into voyeurism."

"Ok, and voyeurism means they like to watch."

"Yes, but some people enjoy having public sex meaning that they get off on being watched."

"Shit, I get nervous if someone comes to the door and I'm in my pajamas."

He startled me, "Even if you don't like being watched, do you enjoy watching?"

"I, um, I have never been given the opportunity."

"Tonight you will."

Suddenly I was speechless... imagine that. Laura may work with me but I have never told her that I rent adult DVD's and watch them on occasion. It isn't exactly something that comes up in conversation at work.

Come to think of it, this entire evening Laura has acted differently than she does at work. A work she is all business, but tonight I notice a more loving side to her, toward her husband. Even when he has visited her at work it hasn't been like tonight. I suppose because of the environment, but somehow it is different.

We arrived and parked. I got out and smoothed my dress ready to embark on a new journey. I felt nervous.

"Do I look ok?"

Laura reassured me, "You look beautiful Sue," she smiled.

Grabbing my hand, she held it while the three of us walked toward the building in front of us. There was no marquee, just a blank building front with a number on the door. They buzzed to enter and announced their name. The door buzzed, allowing us inside. We entered a foyer area with a guest registry book, as well as a member's book. Laura told me to sign in, while they did the same. I didn't know what to expect, I just followed their lead.

We saw others along the way, all dressed similar to us in evening attire. So far so good, I didn't see anyone in chains yet. When we got closer to the lounge area I could hear voices and laughter. Several people were standing and sitting when we arrived. A woman greeted us, then pointed to the table with finger foods and beverages.

John smiled, "Thank you Mistress Cole. We have brought a guest this evening. Please meet Sue."

She extended her hand to me, "It's a pleasure to meet you Sue."

"Thank you, Mistress."

She smiled and turned back to John. "She is delightful, thank you for bringing her tonight. I enjoy broadening correct awareness of our lifestyle."

Laura stood quietly and watched. I nudged her after Mistress Cole walked away. "Who is she?"

"She owns the building. She is a successful businesswoman, an architect that built this club from the ground up. She designed it with two entrances. The other entrance is for the tenants that rent the beautiful apartments upstairs. This part of the building is used for get-togethers; tonight it is to provide awareness of the BDSM lifestyle."

"Wow, that was a little overwhelming."

Laura's demeanor had changed even more since arriving. She was more subdued and quiet. "Are you ok Laura?"

"Yes Sue, I'm fine."

"You're so quiet."

"When I come here I am reminded of the fact that I met John here," she smiled.

"And?"

"And, my life has not been the same since." She looked at him and reached her hand to his. "He is my Master, Sue."

"Master?"

"Yes, my Master. He has earned my undying trust and shown me what a real man is like."

He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly, "You humble me dear."

"It is I who is humbled Master."

Suddenly I felt like I was eavesdropping and excused myself to the food and beverages. Laura told me that they would be close by if I needed them and began talking with some friends. I walked to the table and ordered a stiff drink, feeling as though I may need it to get through the evening. The waiter delivered my drink with a gracious smile. I couldn't resist tipping him by placing some money in the cup on the bar.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"You're welcome."

I walked around and looked at some of the artwork in the room. The pictures were exquisite. The predominant theme of the artwork showed women and men in submissive stances, but what caught my eye was the look on their faces. They looked so peaceful, just like Laura did tonight. Someone walked up to me, a gentleman who was looking at the art also.

"Hello, my name is Joe."

"Hi, my name is Sue."

We both felt a bit awkward. "Are you a "newcomer" also?"

"It is that obvious," he asked calmly.

"Well, not necessarily."

"Good, I would hate to I stick out like a sore thumb."

"I have never done this at a singles club, let alone a BDSM club."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Have you ever done this before?"

"Yeah, I haven't faired too well with general singles clubs. I have attended some informal BDSM munch meetings before, but never made any true connections. My friend John suggested I come tonight for this affair."

"Interesting, my girlfriend Laura that brought me tonight has a husband named John."

"One in the same," he smirked and sipped the drink in his hand.

"Do you suppose....?"

"Yes, I suppose John and Laura are playing matchmakers."

"Did you know I would be here tonight?"

"No, they just told me I would enjoy myself and encouraged me to come."

I glanced toward Laura and found her and John looking at us. They raised their glasses to us and turned to continue their conversation. We both laughed quietly.

"She really is a crafty little thing. I will have to have a talk with her."

"Yes, I am beginning to think the same thing about John."

"Don't feel obliged to linger with me Joe. I know they may think we would make a nice couple but you really don't have to stay with me if you want to mingle."

"Actually I am quite captivated at the moment."

Speechless again, this was twice in one night for me. The deep vibrato in his voice gave me chills. I felt chemistry with Joe, but it was different than any thing I had ever felt before. It felt like a raw chemistry, for lack of a better description. We both started to speak at the same time.

"Do you...

He stopped, "Go ahead, you first."

"No please, I am feeling a bit nervous right now. You go ahead."

"Do you know much about BDSM?"

"No, I don't."

"I can offer you some reading options."

"Thank you, I would like that."

"You may find out it isn't for you, or you may find out it is "who" you are."

"Which of those did you find out?"

"I found my place in BDSM."

"And that is?"

"I am a Dominant, or a top."

"Ok."

"He scrawled a couple of book titles on a napkin and handed them to me. I don't want to overwhelm you with BDSM talk this evening. I want to get to know you Sue."

We found a sofa and sat down to talk. As it turned out we did have many similar interests but more importantly we each had other interests that we shared with one another. He listened and encouraged my success in the business world, which hasn't always been the case with men I dated in the past. Some of the men I dated always quizzed me and became jealous of the fact that I worked around other men. He told me that he is a business executive. Having money makes it hard to know if the woman he is dating is dating him for the man he is, or what he can do for her.

"Isn't it crazy how some women think that a knight is going to whisk them away?"

"Is it entirely crazy?"

"I believe it is."

"Why?"

"I have made it my goal to take care of myself."

"Then why are you here?"

"I honestly don't know. Can I blame Laura?"

He laughed, "I don't think at this point that I would blame her, rather I should thank her."

"How long have you known John?"

"Years, we have worked together a long time."

"Call me crazy, but I am seeing a different side of Laura tonight, around John."

"She is his submissive, Sue."

"Don't tell me... I will find this in the books, right?"

"Yes, you will."

The drink softened my tongue slightly, "Ok be honest with me. Did you wonder if you would come here tonight and find someone in chains and shackles?"

After he almost spit out his drink, he erupted into a quiet laugh. "It sounds to me like you have done some type of research on BDSM."

"I confess, I looked it up on the internet."

"I could have told you that, by your question."

"How so?"

"Many people have horrible misconceptions about BDSM."

John and Laura walked toward us and interrupted our conversation. "Sue, the show we mentioned earlier is about to take place if you would like to attend."

Innocently, Joe asked, "What show?"

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and excused myself to the restroom. Laura followed.

"Are you ok Sue?"

"Yeah, I was just embarrassed for a moment."

"You don't have to go with us, we just wanted to let you know in case you were interested.

"I am interested, but what will Joe think of me watching?"

"I know, it isn't exactly something you do on a first date, but hey if you survive this, you can survive anything, right?"

"Yeah, right!"

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"I am, Joe is a really great guy and SO sexy in a calm and self confident way."

"So sad, his situation."

"What do you mean?"

"He had a submissive for over ten years. She was killed in a car accident and he has struggled to find someone since then. It has been over five years now."

"I didn't know."

"He doesn't talk about it much."

"Why haven't I ever met him before, since him and John are friends?"

"He doesn't go out much. He's afraid everyone is trying to play matchmaker."

I raised my eyebrow and looked at her, "Well, isn't that what you did tonight?"

"No, we invited both of you individually and just prayed the two of you would find each other in the lounge. We got lucky."

"John didn't point me out to him?"

"No, Joe found you on his own."

"Did he know I was coming with you?"

"Nope." A smile lit up her face, she was obviously proud of the fact that we had found one another.

I stood and looked at her with her silly smile. "Come on, I think I may need another drink for this "voyeurism" thing."

She squealed softly, "Oh good, I'm so glad you are coming to watch with us."

"You have done this before?"

"Oh hell yes, I love to watch, it gets me so excited!"

"No way."

"Yes," she giggled, "and John loves tormenting me all the way home too."

"Geesh... come on let's go before I chicken out."

We found John and Joe in the spot we left them. Joe stepped aside with me.

"If you want to go, I will wait out here. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I didn't know how to respond. I was nervous and not sure what to expect and yet there was something about him that made me feel comfortable. Perhaps it was the chivalrous way he was willing to exclude himself to make me more comfortable.

"I don't know what I want Joe."

He smiled softly, "Go Sue, enjoy the show. I will be waiting for your return."

"Thank you Joe."

I followed John and Laura, along with others, heading to another room. It was designed similar to an observatory in an operating room with a glass enclosure and speakers. The only difference was that the observatory was not above the room, it was beside it. Those in the enclosure could see all of us through the glass, which fulfilled their need of having public sex. They handed out a piece of paper when we entered that told who the participants were. It was really quite odd to me. It felt surreal that people would broadcast who they are in this compromising situation. It was so far from the mainstream thoughts on sex being private, that I still felt like an intruder.

I heard a woman scream, then she was literally pulled into the enclosure by a man. He spoke harshly toward her and called her a slut just before he deposited her on a bed. I looked at the paper and read that she was fulfilling a "rape/gang bang fantasy". He was obliging a request of hers. I felt some of the tension leave my body after I realized what was taking place. She was white and he was black. I had often watched interracial sex DVD's but this was happening right in front of me. There was no foreplay, as the rape scenario played out... no kindness... no mercy.

He ripped her clothing and tore it from her body. She screamed; he slapped her face. She struggled under his one firm hand holding her down, while he unfastened his pants. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her to the edge of the bed and buried his cock in her mouth. She gagged and sputtered. Another black man entered the room and dropped his pants, crawling behind her on the bed. She tried to push him away but he slapped her hand away then slapped her hard on the ass. The red handprint welted up quite vividly.

He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into pussy. She screamed with the other mans cock in her mouth before he continued to fuck her face. They called her all manner of bad names while they used her. She retaliated at one point and spewed a few names back at them, only to have them commandeer her and continue to use her. Two white men joined them and took their turns with her as well.

I almost forgot there were others around me. I was totally immerged, watching the scene play out in front of me. The two white men used her while the two black men took turns fucking her mouth. I found myself missing seeing the black men fucking her. I couldn't help myself, I longed to see the difference in their skin tones slapping together. Dark hands on a white ass, holding on and digging in. One of the black guys grabbed her and rolled her on top of him. She straddled his cock and rode it with fervor. I watched his black cock disappear and reappear with each thrust, coming out with her creamy white cum glistening on it. They were so close I felt like I could reach out and touch them.

The other black man came behind her and pushed against her ass. She screamed and bucked against him, pleading for mercy. Her quivering asshole told the real story, that she was excited as hell to have him fuck her. Slapping her ass he left another welt before sliding into her ass. A guttural moan slid from both their mouths. The man under her thrust up into her pussy until she was packed full of dark meat. They double penetrated her hard and fast until she let out a scream of orgasm that was unmistakable. Her body trembled and moved into high gear after a brief lull.

She rode them harder and called them names that would be deemed completely politically incorrect, while they chanted to her about what a white trash slut she was. Before long she was covered in sweat and looked exhausted. The men rode her harder. I knew it was leading to climax. Watching two black cocks seesawing back and forth into her, spreading her to the max, had me hot as hell.

Closing my eyes I listened while I felt the wetness in my panties growing. I listened for that sound... the sound a man makes when he is on the verge of cumming. Before long I was rewarded with that sound and opened my eyes. He shoved his cock deep into her ass and held on for dear life while he shot his load and bellowed from his depths. The sounds coming from his mouth made me want to run in and fuck him myself. He rolled off and the guy under her rolled her to her back. Her legs were in the air, giving us a full view of how red and swollen her pussy and ass were. Such sweet pain and pleasure. She screamed and quivered from orgasm again. Her ass pulsed; white cum dripped and glistened at her asshole.

He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, holding them with his hands while his body worked in and out of her pussy, spreading her still further. Finally I heard it coming again, he was about to blow. Damn, I love that sound. He reared back and drilled her hard and deep, holding his cock there while he dumped his cum inside her. The shaft of his cock was entirely buried but his tightened balls quivered slightly. His body lurched forward each time he shot more cum into her. The two white guys jerked off and shot cum all over her stomach and tits. All of the men left the room.