Another visit to our favourite club and another evening coming to an end. We ventured up the tight winding staircase one last time for good luck as you just never know. Ending up alone in the now eerily quiet red and black dungeon room I sat playfully on the leather swing holding the chains in a suggestive manner.
Usually the corridor would be awash with single males awaiting the nod to slide the gate open and step over the threshold. The previous evening I was caged in the cavernous corner with 6 guys taking turns and then all around me... My good friend had been sat on the Y shaped bench overseeing who was suitable. However, it was now couples night so a more chilled dynamic of an evening had followed.
The same Y shaped bench had been used earlier that morning for a photo shoot with me in matching black and red leopard print lingerie. From the swing I could see out the corner of my eye the black metal frame of the St Andrew's Cross that has also provided much earlier pleasure. Now the cool feel of the red leather could be felt through the sheer black fabric barely covering my body. I was wearing a black and gold mesh teddy in similar look but much softer to the mornings look. My body arched and squirmed, I needed warmth. Looking up I caught a glimpse of the ceiling straps I'd earlier been hanging from.
No words between us but a nod to the bench and I made my way off the swing. Sitting on the edge I was gently pushed backwards. Legs ever so spread and dangling off the edge. I lay back fully and enjoyed the silence. The chains of the swing still swaying was almost like dull background music. The corridor was empty, fun was winding down for the night and many soon heading for home. This was our first proper alone time in the depths of the club. A room full of memories seemed quite fitting.
I was being teased, tips of fingers running up my silky stocking covered shins, the inside of my thighs caressed and trailing over my mesh covered lips. I could feel warmth, I could feel excitement build!
