I leaned up against the bar, watching the people move around the dimly lit floor around me. I took another sip of my rum and coke, wondering again why I came out tonight. As usual, I was too introverted to talk to anyone, slightly uncomfortable being in a fetish club, no matter how long I'd felt stifled with my vanilla lifestyle.
I'd known that my tastes ran a little different before I hit my teenage years. When other guys were thinking about getting blowjobs, I was dreaming about getting tied up by a girl. I'd pretty much always known that I wanted to be submissive. My explorations had run the gamut as I grew up, from bondage to puppy play, forced feminization, even some swinging, but the whole time I was driven by my need to submit.
My freshman year of college, I had met Bekah. She was a wonderful girl, but completely vanilla in our sex life. The few times I'd suggested something like trying handcuffs or being spanked for breaking a rule she set, Bekah shut down completely. Each time, it was days before she would talk to me and weeks before we would have sex again. After almost four years, we had broken up, and I was trying to step into the world that had been denied to me for so long. I had come across this club on a local BDSM website and decided to show up for their monthly "munch" night, where people from the community would come out to talk and meet each other without adding sex to the mix. All around the floor stood people who shared my interests, some dressed in business casual, others in tight latex and leather with plenty of piercings and collars on display as well.
I tossed back the rest of my drink and stood up to leave. I guess I wasn't ready to push through my insecurity yet. I jumped when someone laid a hand on my arm.
"James?" A sparkling voice behind me asked.
I spun around, laying eyes on a beautiful woman behind me. She was medium height, with rich curves spilling out of the simple denim vest she was wearing. Black jeans hugged her ass and legs, leading down to a pair of shiny red leather boots that almost reached her knees. Her hair was pulled tight against her head and braided over her shoulder, the end dangling over her generous cleavage.
"Elli?" I blurted after a second. "Elli, wow. I never expected to run into you here." My voice had risen slightly in pitch. I had waited until the munch was held in a club away from my hometown, specifically because I didn't want to run into anyone I knew from the old days.
Her green eyes flashed. "Clearly," She said in a teasing voice. Her hand still hadn't left my arm. "I haven't seen you in here before. First time?"
"Uhh, yeah." I said, shifting a little uncomfortably. "I've been wanting to check this place out for a while and I finally found the time for it...so here I am."
"And did you find what you were looking for?" She asked.
"Ah, not really. You know how I am with people." I shrugged. "Guess I'm not ready to just talk to people yet."
She leaned in close, breath tickling my ear as she whispered. "What did you come here for? I think I know, but I want to hear you say it."
My heart froze for a second. Of course she knew. Of course she still remembered that day. Elli and I had grown up together in a fairly small town. We had gone to the same school from elementary all the way through high school. We had been friends for a good deal of it, even if our friendship was...contentious. We were both stubborn and more than a little hot-headed, and our simple arguments often turned into blazing arguments. One day in the summer between seventh and eighth grades, one of our arguments had ended in a very bad way.
We were walking through a park, walking back to her house. I had said something unkind about Elli's friend Sarah, a small, quiet girl who I always though was a little weird. Elli's defense of her friend had spiraled into a flaming argument until Elli finally turned around and slapped me. At that age, Elli had already gone through her growth spurt, but I was still small and skinny. The blow knocked me flat on my ass, and in an instant Elli was on top of me, pinning my arms with her knees and pummeling my chest and face while she yelled at me.
I was well aware of my fantasies by that point, but nothing like this had ever happened to me. Completely unbidden and inappropriately, my cock began to twitch in my shorts. In no time, I had a raging erection cause by Elli's manhandling of me. From her position, she couldn't help but notice it. She stopped beating my chest and froze for a moment, before a slow smile spread across her face. She reached down and hesitantly grabbed my cock, feeling the stiffness her behavior had inspired. She leaned in close, still pining me underneath her.
"Looks like I know something special about you," she had whispered. "I know that someone likes getting roughed up by a girl. I bet if I told anyone, you'd have girls lining up to bully you." She giggled. "So, from now on, you're going to be nice to Sarah, and that way this will stay our little secret." She stood off me and brushed her legs off, walking away without another word.
The incident had never been mentioned again, but I had improved my behavior towards Sarah. I was polite and respectful and always made sure that she was included when we were planning a party or outing. I even took her to homecoming and our senior prom when it was clear that nobody else would.
"Well?" Elli's voice tickled mind back to the present. "Are you going to tell me what you came here for?"
I met her eyes hesitantly. "I came...came here looking for a mistress," I finally mumbled, my face burning red. Elli let out a rich chuckle, leaning in a little closer. "Why do you need a mistress?"
"I...I need a mistress because I want to be submissive," I muttered.
"Yes, I'm sure you do," she murmured with a smile. "What would you say if I told you I would love to be your mistress?"
"I..I would be very happy," I stammered.
"Well, then, I want you to do something for me," she said. "I'm going to ask a few questions. You will reply either "Yes" or "No", then repeat the question. You will call me Miss Elli. And you will say it loud enough for the people around us to hear. Can you do that for me?"
I nodded silently until she raised an eyebrow and prodded me with her foot.
"Yes, I can do that for you, Miss Elli," I said.
Her smile grew wider. "Good. Louder next time. Do you want to be tied up?"
"Yes, I want to be tied up, Miss Elli," I said in a normal speaking voice.