*Author Note - While the club tales will all be stand alone I do recommend that they be read in the order they are published as you will learn certain things about certain characters at certain times for effect and the plan is that once most of the key patrons of the club have been introduced we will see more of their journey with certain partners or new ones.*
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Lila stood outside the club, staring at the door. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably. She had read so much about being a submissive and she longed for the experience, but now that she was here, she was terrified. It was cold and the snow was lightly falling on her head. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to wear, so she had worn a very short skirt, a pair of red lace panties and knee-high stockings with a low-cut blouse, and she was deeply regretting her choice now. She blew warm air in her hands and bounced from one foot to the other trying to stay warm.
Despite the cold, she couldn't bring herself to step inside. A few people slipped past her and entered without hesitation. They seemed like perfectly ordinary people to her. That should have eased her mind, but the fear was in control.
"I can't do this," she muttered.
She turned quickly and bumped square into the chest of a man headed for the doors.
"Oof," she cried out as she fell butt first into the snow.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized, extending his hand to her. "Let me help you up."
"Thank you," she replied, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up.
She noticed he was rather tall with blazing red hair and strong arms and smelled strangely of lilacs. He reached around behind her and brushed the snow off her skirt, then crouched down by her waist and brushed the snow off her stockings as well.
Lila's face was crimson as he touched her so intimately without a second thought.
He noticed the red panties as he stood.
"Coming or going?" he queried.
"Pardon?" she asked, still deeply mortified.
"I presume you were either just at the club or about to head in. Which was it?" he pressed on, noticing her embarrassment and taking a step closer.
She stepped back involuntarily and bumped into the wall. "I'm not sure. Rather, that is to say, I think I am leaving."
"You think or you know?" he pushed as he closed the gap between them and placed one hand beside her cheek on the wall.
Her face grew redder, if it was possible, and she fiddled with her hands, staring at them intently.
"Well, you see, I don't know if I can go in," she finally admitted.
"There is nothing to fear, my dear. If you submit to your desires this night, there is a whole world of pleasure awaiting you inside."
Her breath was growing ragged from his closeness. She felt trapped but not by him. By her insecurities.
"I want to. I really do. But, I don't think I can open that door."
"Then let me do it for you. If you'll let me," he said, taking a step back, bowing to her and extending his hand.
Against her better judgement, she stifled her fears a moment and took his hand. He led her to the door and held it open, waiting for her to enter.
She stared into the building, shivering from the cold and the excitement.
He noticed her hesitance and bellowed, "Enter!"
And she did. It was as if she had simply been waiting for permission or reassurance, perhaps, that she was allowed to be here.
"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he teased, rubbing her arms briskly to warm them.
"Now why don't you head on over to the registration desk. They'll get you sorted out."
"Thank you," she replied, feeling that the words were completely inadequate to express her gratitude.
"Maybe I will see you out there." He winked before sauntering off.
She walked over to the desk he had pointed out and approached it tentatively. A short, matronly woman with a warm face and glasses was staring at a computer screen, her fingers hitting the keys rapidly. Lila bounced a little, still shaking from the nervous energy. The woman looked up, noticing the movement.
"Welcome, dear. Come on over."
Lila slowly approached the desk.
"First time or a returning guest?" the woman asked.
"First time," she managed to squeak.
"Dom or sub?"
"Uh, sub," she stammered, blushing deeply.
"Can I just see some ID, hun? I've gotta enter you in the system here and start you a file. But don't worry, hun. We are like a doctor's office. Nobody except the professionals will see it."
"Oh, okay," Lila stammered, her fingers fumbling against the clasp on her purse.
She shakily picked up her ID and dropped it on the counter as it slipped out of her trembling hands.
"Sorry," Lila mumbled apologetically, setting her hands on the counter to still them.
"No need to apologize, dear," the receptionist said reassuringly, patting Lila's hands. "Most people are quite nervous their first time."
The woman noticed Lila's trembling and asked, "Have you done this before with someone else?"
"Umm, no, I haven't. I hope that's okay. I could just leave if it's not," Lila said in a rush, losing her nerve.
"No need for that, dear. But I think the selection ceremony might be a bit overwhelming for you. I've got someone in mind that would be perfect for you. Let me just see if he is busy this evening. I'm sure I saw him strutting around here somewhere. Hold tight, I will be right back."
Lila watched the woman walk away from the desk down a nearby hallway and suddenly felt severely underdressed. She noticed other patrons eyeing her curiously as they passed and scrunched her shoulders in, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. Lila looked down the hallway impatiently, fidgeting with her hands. People were starting to line up behind her and she felt guilty for holding them up.
After a few agonizing minutes, the woman returned with a smile on her face.
"Master Rudy has agreed to take you under his wing. He's quite eager to meet you. Let's just finish up here and then I will send you down to medical for your evaluations. Master Rudy said he would collect you there when you were done, to go through the paperwork."
"Thank you very much," Lila said, breathing a little easier.
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After completing her medical and psychological screenings, Lila waited impatiently by the door. Her stomach fluttered every time she heard footsteps, but so far they all were either entering the medical wing or continuing down the corridor. The minutes ticked away and she was sure Master Rudy had changed his mind. Her heart was sinking. Perhaps she wasn't worthy of being a slave.
"Lila?" a familiar voice asked from behind her as firm hands squeezed her shoulders.
"Yes," she replied, trying to turn to face him.
"Not yet," he ordered, stopping her. "Has that nice ass warmed up yet?"
"Yes, it has," she replied a bit hesitantly as the smell of lilacs hit her.
He cupped her right cheek firmly, making her gasp in shock, and her face grew crimson once again.
She spun around to face him, pushing the bottom of her skirt down with her hands futilely.
"That won't do at all," he said, grinning at her. "But first, let's go through the contract and discuss your boundaries, and then I can teach you some manners."
She followed him down the hall in silence. He stopped in front of what looked to be an interview room with two chairs facing each other across a rather wide table. He stepped in and sat in the chair facing the door. He gestured to the other chair and she moved inside and sat down.
He brought out a set of papers and started going through various kinks, devices and sexual acts and had her select them as allowed, not allowed or unsure. For a few she had to ask for an explanation before deciding, but most she had at least heard of. The majority of Lila's responses were "unsure" as she wasn't sure what she was going to like or how far she would allow herself to be pushed. She only picked a handful as not allowed, which pleased Master Rudy greatly. After the list was completed, they agreed on a safe word of "mercy" and they both signed the last page of the document.
Master Rudy left it in the room for a runner to collect after they left and take it to the monitoring room. He took Lila's hand and guided her to his room. She was still trembling anxiously, afraid of what the night might bring.
"Go kneel beside the bed facing it," he ordered gently.
Lila froze, her heart beating rapidly against her chest as if it were trying to escape.
Blood was rushing into her ears, muffling the sounds.
Master Rudy turned to her, eyeing her scornfully.
"Kneel, slave!" he bellowed.
The strength of his voice broke her from her reverie and she quickly scurried over to the bed and knelt down.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. Master Rudy approached her from behind and placed a red leather collar on her neck. Panic swelled in her and she fumbled at it like a caged animal trying to get it off.
"Be still, slave," he commanded. "Place your hands on your lap and do not move them."
Lila obeyed, frantically trying to steady her breathing. Master Rudy knelt down behind her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her like a child.
He placed one hand on either cheek and stared deep into her eyes.
"Look at me, Lila. Do you truly want this? There is no shame in using the safe word or leaving now."
"I do want this, Master Rudy. I really do. But I don't feel in control of myself right now. My body won't listen. I don't know what to do."
"You have too much nervous energy and an abundance of shame, it would seem. We need to unburden you of that. I have an idea. Stand up," he ordered.
She took a deep breath and stood up, facing him.
"Good. Very good. You are a good little slave, aren't you, my Lila?"
"Yes, Master Rudy," she replied, closing her eyes briefly.
"Take off your shirt."
Master Rudy stood eyeing her greedily. Lila fumbled with the top two buttons of her low-cut white blouse.
