This is, I hope, the beginning of a series. All characters are over 18.
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The Guildhall
The ride to the Guildhall seemed to go on forever. I sat quietly in the passenger's seat, my cheeks burning with shame. How did I get here, sitting like this, panties around my knees, shamed and exposed as the slut I now knew I was?
Being an adventurous sort, I had done my research online for a little something extra in the dating scene. I was tired of meeting the same boring guys at the same boring bars. I wanted more spice, more sexy, more bad. My girlfriend Brenda agreed and one night, after a few too many margaritas for common sense, we started checking out sites for kinky sex meet ups. Wow, were we amazed at what a wealth of information was out there! We laughed and giggled and maybe even texted a few but that was all the came of it -- for Brenda anyway.
I remained intrigued and on my own started looking more deeply into this fascinating world that seem to hold what I was looking for. After a few weeks and a few cautious replies to the barrage of IM's that flooded my newly created account, I found a group that was meeting in something called a Munch. That was my introduction to the world of kink.
Over many weeks of meetings, research and chatting with online friends, I became friends with a woman called Tracy. She and I shared similar interests outside the party scene and our friendship grew.
One night, later that fall, we were hanging together watching The Secretary on Netflix. There were raised eyebrows and giggles over some of the parts, but the scene that stuck in my head was where Maggie picked up a fax and went about her job with her hands cuffed to a spreader bar. Yes, the bar was a turn on, but it was how happy she looked that stood out. She was happy to be owned and restrained for her boss/Master's pleasure. After the movie was over, I asked Tracy about that.
"Oh yeah," she replied, "Maggie there plays a sub."
At my questioning look she clarified, "A submissive. James Spader is her Dom and that is why she is happy. If you want to know more about submission, I'll introduce you to Jason if he's at the next party. I think I heard he was looking for a new sub."
Tracy was as good as her word and introduced me to Jason. He was a little taller than I was with a barrel chest and a full beard of black bushy hair. He often joked that gravity pulled his hair down as he was bald on top.
Jason opened up my world and introduced me to the delights of submission with a little added stimulus of pain. Nipple clamps and his heavy leather belt became favorites for both of us, and when he bought me a slim black leather choker collar, I thought I was in heaven.
However, Jason was away a lot and often too busy to play as much as I wanted to. I was feeling disconnected and neglected. At a monthly party while I was jealously watching another girl get spanked over her D's knee, a man approached me. I had seen him once or twice before but hadn't actually met him since I was usually busy with Jason.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi," I replied. "I'm Ivy."
His blond hair caught the light and I could see that his eyes were blue. Unlike most of the people there who were wearing anything from casual to nothing in the way of real clothes, his dark suit, crisp white shirt and tie stood out. He held out his hand and said, "My name is James."
His hand was very warm as he held my hand in his. A quick jolt of electricity ran through me at the contact of his flesh on mine. I think he felt it too as he didn't let go right away.
"I've seen you here before, haven't I?" he asked, finally releasing my hand.
"Yes, I've seen you too. I'm usually with my, boyfriend." I stumbled slightly on the last word. Jason was both more and less than a boyfriend. I put that thought away to think about later.
"Is he your Dom?" he asked. For some stupid reason I blushed under his steady gaze. I couldn't believe it, blushing at this question, here of all places!
I lifted my head and steadied my breath. "Yes, he is," I managed to say.
"Ah I see." Was that a British accent I heard? Did he sound...disappointed?
"You are enjoying yourself here? I don't often come to these events, but I like to stay involved with this group, and to meet newcomers like yourself." He smiled at me, and I felt again that flash of connection.
My brain didn't seem to work correctly and I felt stupidly tongue-tied. "I like the people here, yeah they're really nice and everything." What an idiot! I cursed myself.
"Yes, they are. A good group to be involved with."
He began to move away, then stopped and looked back at me. "If you are interested, I have a club. It's more...," he hesitated, searching for the right word, then looked directly into my eyes, "exclusive. For more specific delights. Specializing in dominance and submission."
His eyes moved warmly over me, "I think you would be a delightful addition."
"What about Jason?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Bring him too if you like." With that he handed me a card with just a phone number on it.
I watched him walk away, a lithe, trim figure in a dark suit. It was that meeting that brought me to my present state of affairs.
A few weeks passed after that meeting. I saw James at a couple more parties and we talked for some time about a bunch of different topics. However, Jason was actually there for a change and wasn't in the mood to miss any of the fun so our time was short. But still there was that connection...
Unfortunately, the connection with Jason was fizzling during this time. More absences and less interest on both our parts finally made us admit that it was over. We parted amicably enough but there is always a slightly bitter taste left after a break up and I stopped attending parties for a while, not really wanting to see him.
After a month without any play, I began to feel twitchy, uncomfortable in my skin and quite frankly, bored. Still not quite ready to join in the monthly parties, I called up Tracy for a girls' night in.
"What are we watching?" she asked.
"Another classic movie of kink, Exit to Eden. Its screwball, but fun," I told her. "Of course, as usual, the book is better."
"Ok," she said and we settled in.
Halfway through we began to lose interest and started chatting. She caught me up on the latest doings of our play group. I asked about a few people, then casually asked, "Have you seen James at any of the parties?"
"The dishy Brit that never plays, but you wish he would?" Tracy asked.
"Yeah, that one," I laughed. Tracy had a way of putting things!
"Funny you should ask. He was asking about you last week!" Her eyebrows rose as she looked at me.
"Hmm, really?" I said, feigning indifference. I remembered how warm his eyes were when he talked with me.
"Oh, pretend all you want. You're interested. He was asking around, looking for new members to join his club. You should check it out since you are currently without!"
