I told you I didn't want to come out tonight, this isn't my scene. You should have just come with yourself", I said protesting before we had even made it into the club.
"Stop your sniveling. We are here, aren't we? Now let's go in and meet some new womyn."
I didn't say another word, instead followed her into the dimly lit club. It was a little after 11 pm. on Tuesday, Americas Natal Anniversary. We already had been to maybe 5 other clubs when we both were handed a flyer at the one of the clubs, announcing a party for the curious minded BDSM explorers. It wasn't my scene, but Jac liked to play there, so being I was out with her for the evening, there I was at The Dungeon.
The place was packed. Gyrating bodies in scantily clad leather and chains danced wildly to the hypnotic beat. As we made our way to the bar, I noticed a banner on the back wall that read ' Private Party'.
Jac quickly excused herself and made her way towards the party room. I, on the other hand, went and ordered a cognac. There was a little space near where the servers met and I squeezed in snugly. As soon as my eyes had focused clearly in the room, I noticed a few extremely attractive womyn sitting across from me at a low table. One of them, a blonde, caught my eye.
I had to remember where I was, lest I get into more than I bargained for, so I asked the bartender to send a cognac to the womyn in the leather teddy and black strapped heels, throwing caution to the wind.
I watched as a server brought the heady auburn liquor to the leather goddess, and then blushed when the server pointed towards me. I saw her smile and deliciously lick her lips after she took a small sip from the snifter. DANGER DANGER DANGER
I didn't move. I even wondered what I was thinking with that gesture, but before I could analyze it any more, she was rising up and then whispering something to her cohorts. She grabbed her coat and just when I thought she was leaving, she turned and headed my way.
"Hi there. My name is Candi. I wanted to thank you for the cognac", she said in the most angelic voice. And Candi...O MY.
"Hi Candi, my name is Cary. It was my pleasure. Would you care to sit down?" "Uhm. I have a better idea. Follow me," and before I could say uh uh, she was taking hold of my shirt and pulling me towards the Private Party Door. DANGER DANGER DANGER
"Hey Candi. Wait up. There's something you should know. I'm not into this scene. I...I..uh, just came here with a friend, who is really probably more your type for this...."
And she placed two fingers on my lips and whispered for me to hush. She would take care of me. Not to worry about anything. For some unknown reason, I actually trusted her and so I followed her through the Private door. It was a long hallway with many doors off of it. There was piped in music playing something with a strong bass. She still had a hold of my shirt as she walked on ahead of me.
She was a small framed womyn with an exciting sort of twist when she walked. I could hear the swishing sound of her hosed thighs rubbing against one another. Her legs were long and shapely. For a fleeting second I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my neck, and then took a solid swig of my cognac. Just as I had, she stopped and turned to me and pushed me up against the wall. With one leg thrust between mine, she quickly made me spread in my stance and bit my lower lip. Whew! I felt as her hands came up under my shirt and brusquely grabbed at my left breast catching my piercing. Damn! That hurt. She laughed and pulled away and asked me if I cared for more cognac.
I said, "Sure."
She kicked open the door near where to we stood. All I could think of was returning the pleasantries to this vixen, when I suddenly realized that I wasn't in any old bedroom, but in fact some form of dungeon. I noticed a small rack in the middle of the room and several types of floggers hanging from a set of brass rings.