PART 1 - Paula's Initiation
I had never been in that bar before. It was in a part of town where nice girls like me usually don't go. It surprised me that my friend had told me it was the right place for me to understand her.
"Come tonight Paula," she said. "You'll finally get the answers to what you've been wondering about me."
My 22 years and a few failed relationships behind me made me feel that I needed a spin in my love life. My friend had promised me a revelation that would blow me away. And there I was, a little anxious to get in, not knowing what I would find inside.
For some reason I had dressed in black on that evening. It felt appropriate, given that I was in a darker part of the town, or maybe I needed to show a darker part of myself. Tight leather skirt, a tight top slightly over my belly button, hair on a ponytail. I was wearing some make up: black eyeliner, and dark lipstick. I needed that. I needed to feel I looked daring enough in order to have the courage to go in. A deep breath and I crossed the doorway.
It was surprisingly "normal" inside. A first glance didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary. There was a long counter on the right side, with a neon light running all the way over it, keeping the area dimly illuminated. Several people were by the counter, talking casually. I walked, slowly, trying not to look like a rookie, but paying attention to the details. The area on my left was filled by comfortable couches around each table. Several groups were sitting there. I looked, searching for my friend, as I felt many pairs of eyes on me.
"Who's this one?" I imagined them asking. "Fresh meat to be savored..." they were probably thinking.
I couldn't read their thoughts, but I was sure that they were undressing me with their eyes. Realizing all that desire focused on me made me feel confident. Like when we're trying out a new dress that fits marvelously and even our way of walking changes, as if we floated. That's how I suddenly felt, trying out not a new dress, but a new self.
By the end of the room there was a passage to a larger hall. I entered it, almost bumping into some muscled guy who obviously made sure he'd get a good rub on my breasts. I thought "why not?" and let him do it. He smiled and walked on, ignoring me. Yes, I was feeling daring, I was feeling in control.
This new room was even darker than the previous one. The walls were covered in some purple velvet-like cloth. Very shiny, yet very mysterious. There was a sort of stage on the opposite side. And more tables scattered around, each surrounded by small couches. The room was very crowded, but there was a cozy feeling to it, and I could start to see how different this place was from those where I used to hang out.
It was not only in the way people dressed, though provokingly that was. It was not only their behavior, though sexy it was. There was a kind of sexual aura. As if each and every ensemble was engaged in some deep flirting. A closer look showed me that this flirting happened regardless of gender. I'd seen a gay couple fondling each other's faces. I'd seen two women kissing. I'd seen several straight couples initiating very intimate contact. I was lost in these arousing thoughts when...
"Paula baby, over here." my friend was calling me from one of the tables on my left.
I smiled and approached. I almost said, "Hi Su..." when she interrupted me with her hand on my lips.
"Not my real name dear. Here I'm simply Mistress Sadie."
I smiled and added teasingly, "Yes Mistress Sadie."
She looked at me with a look I had never seen in her eyes before. As if she was studying me from head to foot. Coldly, her eyes wandered through my body in such a way that a chill trespassed me all over.
"Mmmmm, I think I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth, Paula." by the end of her line I was paralyzed.
"Well Paula, come and meet the gang," she said, breaking the spell. "This is Mark over here," she pointed to a tall blonde guy, "This is Juliet, Mark's new girlfriend," she indicated the small brunette leaning to him.
With a small move she pointed the woman on her right who had been piercing me with her eyes all the time.
"And that's Anna. Be careful with her, she's a horny lesbian, who leaves this bar with someone new each night. I think she has her eyes set on you."
I smiled at her while everyone laughed. She simply winked at me, and I felt another chill, this time crawling down my spine. By now I knew this night would be memorable.
As I took my place on the empty couch I asked pointing at a girl, younger than the rest of us, surely only 19 or 20 years old, who kept herself kneeling on the floor, apparently not interested on the conversations the others were having.
"And who's that on the floor?"
"Oh, she has no name," Mistress Sadie said. "She's just my worthless my slave. She answers only to me, anyway. But we've been calling her Fluffy, because I was just telling everyone how fluffy her little bush is."
My face must have shown my astonishment, because they all looked at me amused. I understood some kind of game was going on, and I couldn't figure out what it really was. Was this girl really the aim of those private remarks, was the intimacy of her body being used as a humiliating subject of conversation?
I sat down, asked for a drink, and tried to fit in their conversations. Unsurprisingly they revolved around sexual issues. One by one I started to know them all a bit better.
Mark and Juliet told me about their open relationship and how sometimes they left this bar each one with a different person. They told me about them through passionate kisses, like two adolescents in love. I could feel there's no jealousy there. Just the joy of sharing.
Anna was more difficult to face. She was definitely flirting with me, and every reason was good for her to rub a hand on my leg, or touch my hair. The way she looked me each time there was a brief silence at the table was an explicit "I want you!" that always resulted in a racing of my heartbeat.
Mistress Sadie seemed to be in control, and everyone seemed to appreciate her a lot. From my years of working by her side I knew she had a magnetic personality, and enjoyed to lead our group of friends. But this was different, it was as if she was in control of us all. Her tone inflexions made us stop talking or simply smile to her to try to please her. Seeing that revered respect at the table contaminated me, and made me look at her almost in a worshipping way.
But my main focus, even if I tried to look discretely, was the young girl on the floor. This slave was of a bullet proof dedication. Her eyes were glued on her mistress. She didn't look at us a single time. She was snuggled by her feet, and to my amazement, she sometimes licked her legs. My friend seemed to ignore her most of the time, or she would fondle her head, the same way you pet a dog. The girl was not unlike a lost puppy in every sense. Looking at her mistress with needy but patient eyes. Staying near her legs the whole time. Just waiting for any droplet of attention thrown like a bone by her mistress.
I must have been caught staring, because my thoughts were cut short by my friend's voice,
"Wonderful, isn't it, Paula?"
I looked at her puzzled.
"Wonderful how some people can find purpose in serving other's most dark pleasures, don't you think?"
I was still puzzled and asked what she meant.
"Just watch!" she winked at me.
My friend opened her legs, and even I, on the opposite side of the table, could understand she was not wearing panties under her skirt. She leaned down, and picked something up from the floor. Everybody at the table stopped talking, and joined me looking at my friend. What she had just grabbed was a leash that was hanging from the slave's neck. She gave it a little pull, and the slave left her snuggling position, standing on her knees.
