Lydia's heart was racing when she entered the club. She had heard some rumors about "Lust and Desire", a fetish club that had opened some time ago. Hardcore bondage, slave auctions, body modification events or pet play munches - it had all the things she had always been fascinated about. But she had never had the courage to get confronted with her fetishes in real-life, she had only browsed the internet and its dark corner to satisfy her kinks - until today.
Earlier that day she had prepared for her visit. With regret she had noted that she didn't have any kinky outfit in her closet. The best she had found were her knee-high leather high heel boots together with a short black mini dress. She had put on her only push-up bra, but she realized that it was almost useless for her tiny A-cup breasts.
After dressing she had to decide on her makeup and in the end she painted her lips bright red and to used much more mascara than she would usually do. Finally she put on a black carnival face mask she had brought some years ago when she had visited Venice. She brushed her long blond hair to one side of her head so that it hung down over her right shoulder and examined herself in a full length mirror - her outfit wasn't really a fetish one, but at least it was a bit elegant and sexy.
But now, two hour later, she was finally at the place of her desire - standing in the main hall of the club. The entry wasn't inexpensive, hopefully it was worth it. She looked around. The main hall was really huge with a stage in the center and two hallways at the left side leading to other areas of the club.
On the right side was a bar, some people in leather outfits were sitting there, chatting and drinking. Right to the bar was a really huge cage. In it a woman was dancing to the music that quietly was playing from the boxes that were distributed all over the hall. When Lydia had a closer look she saw that the woman was fully covered in leopard spots. Was that body paint? She couldn't see it from the distance, so she moved closer.
But then she heard noises from one of the hallways. Most guests disappeared in that direction - something interesting must be going on there. Curious, Lydia headed towards the next room - she could still watch the leopard girl later that evening.
The room at the end of the hallway was almost as big as the first one, but it was much more crowded. Interested, Lydia observed that three tattoo stations were prepared in the room, two of them were occupied. Over the stations large screens were placed so that everybody could follow how the tattoos progressed.
At one of the stations a tattooist was working on a woman's chest. He had already tattooed the outlines of a huge octopus. It's body was placed on the center of her chest, it's arms curling in all directions. Two of them reached down over the woman's breasts, encircling them and their ends look as if they are trying to grab the woman's nipples. Two other arms wrap around the woman's neck, looking like an extravagant necklace. Fascinated Lydia watched as the tattooist added details to one of the arms. She had always been addicted to tattoos, but never had the courage to get one herself. That woman must be so brave to get such a huge and visible tattoo!
On the next station an artist was working on the shoulder of a young woman who was lying on a tattoo table. They were surrounded by four other women who were giggling all the time. From their t-shirts she could see that it was a stag's night and the woman on the table must have been the bride-to-be. Curious, Lydia went towards the table to get a better sight and realized that the bride was blind-folded. It seemed that she didn't know what design she would get permanently inked.
Lydia wondered if this was a good idea in a fetish club. But when she saw the tattoo, she was a little disappointed - it was just a little fairy, not larger than 5 cm. The design was beautiful, but also a bit boring. The tattoo looked finished and a woman already took photos of it, but then the tattooist took again his gun and a pot of black ink. He started to add black lines over the fairy. Soon Lydia realized that the fairy got a black corset, stockings and high heels. The artist added a black collar and gloves that go up to the ankles. Then he also added some black to the fairies wings. The beautiful innocent fairy had turned into a kinky dominatrix.
Lydia loved the final design so much and was curious how the bride and her future husband would react when they saw this permanent reminder of the stag's night.
When the tattooist was finished he removed the blind folds and gave the woman a hand mirror to inspect the surprise her friends had chosen for her. The future bride took the mirror and anxiously inspected the picture on her shoulder. Suddenly her face turned white and tears welled up in her eyes. She yelled at her friends, picked her belongings and quickly left towards the exit, while the crowd yelled and cheered.
Lydia knew that she should feel sorry for the girl, but she had to admit that the whole situation turned her on. Wasn't it her own decision to get a tattoo in a fetish club? Moreover, the tattoo was so small that it was easy to cover it up. That couldn't be said about the huge octopus chest tattoo. Her friends should have chosen a larger tattoo or a more prominent position! Wouldn't it be thrilling if somebody would choose a tattoo for me, Lydia thought with a shiver.
To get her head clear again she headed back to the main hall with the bar. The hall was almost empty and the main stage abandoned, even the dancer in the cage was gone. Most club guests were watching the tattoo artists or had fun in the other rooms Lydia had not visited yet. Lydia headed to the bar and took a seat directly next to the cage.
