The Dungeon. Sounds like a fetish club, I know. But it's just an alternative nightclub in the city where I live and study. I love to go down there a few nights a week to have a few drinks, meet new people and listen to some great tunes.
I must just explain, I am a sub, always have been and always will be, even before this story I'm going to tell you. Well, I'm Willow, an average height 19 year old University student will blonde and purple hair. And this? This is my story of my Dungeon slavery.
It was a Saturday night and I'd decided to go down to the Dungeon by myself for the night, hoping to mingle and make some new friends. I got a few wolf whistles from cars driving by as I walked there, most likely due to my black PVC mini skirt and high, heavy boots. My black studded bra and fishnet crop top probably contributed as well.
Once I got in, I headed straight for the bar.
"Hey Willow!" I looked up from finding my purse to see Jack smiling at me. He was one of the bartenders here. We'd quiet often stood chatting until the early hours of the morning after most people had gone home. A tall guy, he was toned and strong. Jet black hair; a messy mop on his head, stubble showing on his jaw line. Then there were his beautiful blue eyes. I'd spent hours looking right into them whilst we talked. God I wanted him. But he was a friend, and you shouldn't sleep with your friends, it never seems to end well.
"Hi Jack, I missed you!"
"It's only been about 3 days Will. Now, what do ya want? On the house." I ordered a vodka and coke and told Jack I'd see him later, then made my way to mingle on the dance floor.
I love to dance, even though I know I look really stupid half the time, I just get lost in the music and just let my whole body move. As I danced I turned to look at the bar, and caught Jack watching me. I smiled and waved, while he blushed and turned back to talk to a man on the other side of the bar. Then they both turned to look at me. It was my turn to blush and I turned away to dance again.
A few minuets later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned round to see Jack standing there with another vodka and coke in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"I'm going for a fag break, want to join me?" I nodded and followed him out the back into the smoking garden area. It was a nice night, dry and not too cold. "Another vodka and coke on the house." Jack passed me the drink.
"You don't need to do that Jack."
"It's fine, and it's a double this time." He said smiling. I smiled back and took a big drink. "Hey, you know the other night we were talking about your kinkyness?" I nearly spat my drink out all over him!
"WHAT? I don't remember that!"
"Yeah, you were pretty drunk. I just wondered if you'd managed to get any kinky sex recently? You mentioned you hadn't had any for a while." My cheeks were a scarlet red and I wanted to ground to swallow me whole!
"Uh... no I haven't. Sorry I told you that." Jack just laughed.
"It's ok, it's good to talk about these things. You never know, tonight might be your night." He winked as he finished his smoke and stubbed it out. "I'll see you later Will. Oh, did I tell you that I love what you're wearing, very hot." He smiled and walked back inside. I just stood there for a while, my heart pounding and my mind spinning. I downed the rest of my drink and walked back inside.
I started to dance again, trying to clear my mind a bit more. I started to feel a bit dizzy; thinking the drink hit me way too hard. I tried to make my way towards the Ladies bathroom but only got the bar where I fell to my knees, nearly blacking out. Suddenly, I felt strong arms pick me up.