James and I had been talking online for months. We shared each other's deepest desires and fears, we knew each other more intimately than we could have even if we had met in person. But that meeting was about to take place. We were to meet in a sex club, somewhere I had only pictured in my darkest fantasies. He mentally prepared me for what I would witness entering the club, but he wanted me to enter first. He wanted me there, afraid and aroused, when he appeared.
So I obeyed. The door man found my name easily, James had made his arrangements well. I was directed down a long, dark hallway, the light from flickering candles setting a mood of secrets and lust. When I pushed aside the heavy curtain at the end of the hall, my senses were filled. It smelled of musky incense mixed heavily with sex. Chamber music filled my ears, classy with a burlesque feel to it. I felt the warm air wrap my skin like a blanket. The lights were dim, but clear enough to see what I guessed were about 30 people scattered throughout the large room. There was one bed, an overly large four poster with sheer curtains pulled back and a deep, blood red comforter, pillows scattered over its surface. There were large, soft couches and oversized ottomans. The heavily curtained walls were pulled back in places to expose chains and shackles, some of which were adorned by women of all sizes, in all states of punishment and ecstasy.
I found a seat on a couch in the corner, and observed while I waited for James. I saw dominance and submission all around me. I saw men and women whipping and spanking their lovers. I saw bondage. I saw fucking, lots and lots of fucking. I saw threesomes and group orgies. I saw several people, men and women, sitting alone and masturbating, both casually and furiously while they watched. Warmth started to spread through me like fire as I felt myself become aroused, and I pressed my thighs together, squeezing my muscles as I repressed the urge to touch myself. James would not be pleased to find me masturbating without his permission.
I was enthralled in watching a woman forced to cum for what felt like hours when a hand slowly trailed a twisting line up my back. Goose bumps spread across my skin as the hand reached into my thick brown hair and pulled, forcing my face upward and into the smiling face of James. My smile matched his instantly as his mouth claimed me, kissing me deeply. His tongue explored my mouth as my hands reached up to feel him, ensuring that it wasn't all a beautiful dream. His mouth moved to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "Is my slut enjoying the scenery?"
"Oh yes," I breathed the words, my body trembling as he licked and nibbled on my ear.
"Tell me which scene interests you the most." He loved to challenge me, force me to say things that he knew lay deep inside of me.
I pointed to a woman being fucked in a sex swing, her arms tied high above herself and her legs locked in a spreader bar. Another man stood at her head, pinching and twisting at her nipples while a woman stood at her side, rubbing her clit quickly and firmly. Yet another man was beneath her, his fingers pistoning in and out of her used asshole. She was screaming with the force of her orgasms, the huge amount of stimulation clearly overwhelming her small frame. "I like that one," I said with an eager smile, a hint of embarrassment showing in my eyes.
He smiled down at me after taking in the scene. "Well, that's not too much different than what I had in mind, actually." I could hear the humor in his voice. He knew I had never done anything like this before, and I knew he was eager to see my reaction to being brought to new levels. He lowered himself to my eye level and kissed me again, passionately, owning me as he pulled me to my feet. "Let's show everyone that beautiful curvy body of yours." He lifted my black slip dress above my head, his hands lingering on my skin as he passed my hips, my waist, my ribs. As he reached my wrists, he held them up in the air for a moment, standing back to admire my form.
A black lace bra contained my ample tits, pressing them up and together in an inviting crease of soft flesh. My round ass was framed by a matching pair of black lace booty shorts, the thin fabric clinging to my moist lips. He walked behind me, moving my arms behind my back, and proceeded to walk me around the room. I felt eyes hungrily moving over my body as I was led throughout the large room, my eyes downturned and chest out. After a full lap around the area, he gently sat me down on one of the oversized ottomans, and removed my bra without haste. As I sat, now wearing only the panties, he ordered me to lie down.
Once on my back, he pulled my arms tightly to the corners of the platform I now laid upon, and bound them tightly with strong rope. He pulled hard, ensuring that I could not struggle. He pulled my legs up and spread them, binding my knees far apart, the rope connecting them running under the large ottoman. My ankles were then tied down, to the legs of the ottoman, so that my legs formed the shape of a capital "M," with my now throbbing cunt as the inner valley.
