I was at the club with a group of friends from my LARP troupe. Several of the small troupes had gathered tonight to meet with the Prince of the City and have a night of dancing. I was having a lot of fun when I noticed him standing at the bar watching me. I wasn't alarmed. To be quite honest, I was a bit intrigued. New faces were common place as new players came and went from the troupes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I kept watch for my mysterious on looker. As the night was winding down, I finally saw my chance to perhaps meet him. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink --for me it was always cranberry juice with a splash of sprite. It was the "joke" between the bar keep and I as I never touched alcohol when at the bar.
I felt more so than saw my mystery man walk up behind me. His breath was hot on my skin as he leaned in to whisper into my ear. "I see that you are now alone little one. I am not here to harm you. Rather I have something I wish to say to you."
I tried to find words to speak to him but hey stuck in my throat. My brain said these were just simple words but the tone he said them in sent shivers up my spine. His voice was deep and commanding. Goose bumps formed on my skin and I felt him move even closer to me and just a bit behind now.
He leaned in once again and whispered, "There are so many folks here little one so I can not do what I really wish to you. I know you have been craving my touch for hours. My gaze watched your every sultry movement. You have been begging me to do this and I doubt you even realized that."
He moved his hand onto my hips and pulled me a bit closer to him. His breath is felt upon the skin of my neck now. He wraps one hand around my hip as if to hold me steady. The other hand moves down my back and soon I can feel his touch upon my ass.
He chuckles softly at me for a moment. "Such a little tart you are. No hindrance for me to simply place my hand any where I wish. I know you would love for me to rub that hard little knob of yours."
I could feel his hand softly parting my legs and I was allowing it. I didn't care that this was a public place. I was lost for the moment in the sound of his words. A part of me was compelled to stand there and let him play with my body.
My mystery man didn't keep me waiting long until I could feel his fingers rubbing along my clit. It was all ready hard for him. His eyes watching me all night had me aroused. His lips softly kissed my neck and I closed my eyes for a moment lost in this.
He whispers in my ear once again, "I am going to stick a finger inside you and you will ride it as if it was the cock you feel pressed up against you. You will cum for me when I tell you to little one."
I could feel him pressed up against me. I had been trying not to notice. What was it that made me want to feel his touch? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted to do what ever he asked. A part of me wanted to drag him into some darker corner and have him there.
His finger found its way inside my wet pussy bringing me back from those thoughts. He was fucking me relentlessly with it. His hand upon my hip steadied me and held me against him. I could feel him grind his cock up against me.
He whispered in my ear, "Yes, I know you keep wandering what darkened corner you could drag me into. I am having you here where any one could discover my hand up your skirt. I want you to cum for me now. No excuses from you on this little one."
My body seemed to respond to his words. I was going to cum all over his finger inside me. He brought my lips to his and kissed me to stifle the moan that started to cross my lips. I was riding his finger as he said that I would.
As my body slowly stopped pulsing around his finger, he released my lips from his. He placed a card in the pocket of my skirt with instructions not to read it until he had left my side. With that said he removed his hands from my body and strode for the exit door of the club.
I watched him a bit still in a daze. Who was my mysterious man? Why did he keep calling me little one? What was on the card?
Part 2
I waited until I was headed home from the club to read what was on the card. I knew that my friends would have asked a lot of questions if I had stood there in the club trying to read it in the dim lighting. I wasn't ready for questions.
The card on the front read -- Incubus in Chains...Come in for a spanking or two. On the back was a short note that read... little one, I know you are wondering what it is that I want. Please come to the club as my guest. Bring a trusted friend with you as well. I do not wish to harm you. You may ask around about me, and I am sure you will find many answers to your questions. Trey
I called up the one friend I knew would be able to answer a ton of my questions -- Sam. Sam was into BDSM and knew a lot of the fetish clubs around. He was actually a bit excited on the phone and insisted on coming over to talk. This got my curiosity going.
While I waited for Sam, I did a quick check on the net and found out a few things about the club. Trey was actually one of the club owners, and a well know Dominant in the area. But why did Trey have an interest in me? That was the big question.
Sam asked me a few questions as soon as he was inside the door of my apartment. He wanted all the details. Talking to Sam was like talking to a girlfriend most of the time and he wasn't gay. I kid you not about that. He was just very in touch with his emotions.
Sam then seemed to recall then seeing Trey at a few other places I had been recently. Including the fetish club I had got with Sam to last month. I let one of the staff Dom's paddle me. I thought it was fun. Sam knew I was one of the few from our little group that would get into the spirit of things and experiment a bit.
I blushed upon hearing that because that was the night I had chosen to wear a very revealing outfit. I loved my black bra top and leather pants with most of the ass cut out. It was such a simple outfit but it felt wonderful against bare skin. It's why I wore it to those kinds of clubs. It added to the fun and excitement for me.
Sam and I made plans to go to the club the following night. He was going to be my guest and chaperone of sorts. He wanted to make sure Trey wasn't going to try and not be a gentleman. Sam and I both knew that Trey had a good reputation and that a lot of folks wanted to be His.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. I kept replaying the events of the evening in my head. I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. I had never been anyone's submissive before and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I didn't even know if I wanted to be one.
Sam met me at my apartment to share a cab ride to the club. We always took a cab when we went to fetish clubs. It was so neither one felt like they had to stay if they started to feel uncomfortable and wanted to leave, or if we both decided to just kick back and relax with a drink or two.
We made our way into Incubus in Chains and found a booth near one of the stages. The doorman said he would let Trey know his guest was here. I was nervous and Sam was doing the best he could to help me relax. While we were waiting, we were treated to a demonstration on role play -- one of the growing popularity Father/daughter skits.
I didn't notice Trey sit down at the table next to us until after the skit was over. He nodded at me and then at Sam and motioned for us both to join him at his table. I slowly got up. My knees were a bit wobbly as I was growing a bit more nervous. I had never really sat down like this with a Dominant before.
Trey started with asking if either of us wanted any thing to drink and had a server bring us all a cup of coffee. While we waited for it to arrive, Trey talked a bit about the club and what sort of amusements it has to offer those into the fetish scene. I paid attention not only to the words he spoke but how he spoke them. I guess in some way I was looking for clues as to who he was and what he was all about.
After the coffee arrived and a bit more chit chat Trey cut to the chase finally. He turned to me and laid the cards on the table. He wanted me to give him a chance to truly expand my horizons. He wanted to take me on as his submissive. My brain was in a state of shock. I had never been any one's submissive before. I didn't quite know what to say.
Part 3
I sat there stunned for a few moments idly stirring my coffee. I had never considered being someone's submissive. True I enjoyed the scenes I had done at various clubs I had gone to with Sam. This was different. I had never been one and one with someone before. I was a bit curious in the past but I had never had the courage to pursue it. Here was the chance staring me in the face.
I felt Sam's hand on my shoulder and it jarred me back to the table there in the club. I looked Trey in the eye for a brief moment looking to see if this was maybe a practical joke. The serious look in his eyes told me that this was a real offer -- the real deal. Trey wanted me to be his submissive. But what really was a submissive beyond the stuff I had seen here in the fetish clubs.