Lisa's Journey: From housewife to Lesbian Slave.
All persons depicted engaging in sexual activities are age eighteen years or older.
For the tenth or maybe it was even the twelve time since arriving I look up to stare across the street towards my destination. It had taken over two hours of driving just to reach this point. Two hours of leaving my current ordinary existence behind me. That of a housewife married to a wonderland man. The mother of two beautiful children. An eleven-year-old daughter and a nine-year-old son. It had been only two hours, but it felt like a lifetime. Now I sit here in my car gazing across the street towards my final destination.
Looking through the car window my destination was still right there just across the street. A place I had first learned about in many of the chat rooms that I have been secretly visiting over the last several months. In recent weeks I had begun reading even more about it. I have never done anything like this before. It was now or never. My husband and daughter were away for the weekend at a father daughter retreat with several other dad's and their daughter's. My son was spending the whole weekend with a friend at his house. It was the first time since my marriage twelve years ago that I had been left alone in the house for an entire weekend. My thoughts about doing something like this having never gone this far before.
Opening the car door and stepping out I think to myself, "It's now or never."
Looking at my outfit one last time in the side view mirror I wonder how I had ever gotten up the courage to even leave my house dressed the way I am. Even before I was ever married, I would have never worn anything quite like this before. A short white dress. The skirt ending just below mid-thigh. The top had short almost non-existent sleeves. The neckline plunged low to just the top of my cleavage. The most revealing part was a sheer white center section narrowing down to a point extending down to my waist clearly exposing my cleavage and showing that I was not wearing any type of a bra. On my feet were four-inch heel open-toed white sandals that I had been secretly wearing around my house while my kids were in school, and my husband was at work. I had never worn shoes like this before and I wanted to be well practiced in walking in them. I felt hotter looking at that moment than at any other time in my life.
Confidence finally filling my body and soul I pick up my pace to quickly finish crossing the street. Now as I approached the door, I slow my pace a little bit. Hesitating not a moment longer I open the door to pass through the entrance.
Now inside the door the noise from the club becomes almost overwhelming. Looking around I quickly head straight for the circular counter bar in the center. I had decided a long time ago that if I ever got up the nerve to do this, I would show that my confidence had never been a matter of question. I was determined to look as cool and as calm as I could. Like I belonged here all the time.
Spying an open spot at the bar I made my way there. While waiting for the bartender to get to me, I casually look around. Couples moving to the music on the dance floor. Other people sitting in groups or just couples at the tables and booths scattered around the room. In all outward appearances it appears to be just another club given that I am by no means an expert having not even been in a place like this for many years or even visited that many of them at all. Everything looked pretty normal other than the fact there was not a sole man in site. "So, this is what a lesbian bar looks like," I thought to myself. But from what I had read in the chat rooms and scene on the internet this was more than just any lesbian bar, but one that also had the reputation of being frequented by those seeking something more. Something even more taboo.
But it was what was happening over on the dance floor that really caught my eye. There what was happening was what I have had many dreams about. Women dancing together, showing their passion towards each other. Of course, it was not like they were having sex right out there in the open. As I watched, however, I could clearly see couples together, two women, completely absorbed in one another. It was as if the rest of the world did not exist to them.
"What will you have?" said a voice. Turning, I see the bartender standing across the counter in front of me, a pleasant looking woman, older than me, mid to late forties, short brown hair, with a bright smile on her face. A black leather vest over a white shirt. Her look and appearance to be what I think would be called 'butch.'
"Red wine, please," I answered, "Preferably a merlot."
"I know just the perfect one."
"Here you go," bringing me my drink a few moments later. "Shall I start a tab?" the bartender looked at me expectantly and then smiled again as she nodded. "You know, I don't think I have ever seen you in here before. I'm Cindy," offering her hand.
"Lisa," I answered, taking it with a firm grip. "And no, I haven't been here before. A friend," I lied, "recommended it to me so I thought I would drop in and see if I like it. And so far, I do," taking some cash from the small white purse hanging from a thin strap around my neck to pay for my drink not wanting to use my credit card.
"Nice to meet you, Lisa. I'm Cindy and glad to hear that you like it. I'm the owner, as well as sometime bartender." Smiling once more, "One of my regular bartenders needed the night off so I'm filling in for her." Then excused herself to fill a drink order that one of the many young attractive waitresses wandering around the place had brought up to the bar.
Taking my drink in hand, I turned again to gaze out into the bar and mostly out towards the dance floor. Lifting the glass to my nose. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply to breath in the bouquet. Very promising, I thought and put the glass to my lips to take a small sip. Running it along my tongue, I let the liquid touch every part of my mouth. Smiling as I realized that the promising bouquet did equal the reality. Opening my eyes and turning back around so that I could complement Cindy on her excellent choice, I almost bumped into the woman who had suddenly appeared standing right next to me. Reacting quickly, I managed to keep from spilling any of my wine.
"Oh gosh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," the dark-haired woman blurted out. She then stepped back a pace, but only slightly. But still starred directly into my eyes.
"I noticed you from the very first moment that you entered through the front door," she said. "Also, I know exactly what you walked in here looking for." She then paused for a few very brief moments, "And I also know that you should have taken the time to remove that wedding ring from your finger before you stepped through that door."
I looked down at my left hand. The woman was right. The diamond ring on my finger clearly stood out. How foolish could I have been to forget that.
Then speaking with great confidence in her voice, "Since I already know what you are looking for. Let us go and find out if you are what I am looking for," and with that the woman grabbed my hand gripping it strongly leading me across the club towards an empty booth.
Looking at her outfit as she led me across the club, she appeared to be exactly what I was looking for. Slightly older than me, in her late thirties or possibly early forties. Her outfit could be best described as black. A tight black leather skirt came down to well above mid-thigh. Black stockings covered her legs ending in black stiletto heels even taller than my own. A black leather vest pushed up and together her obviously exceptionally large breasts. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tightly braided ponytail.
Once seated in the booth the woman sat at the table with her back to the wall so that she could still look out over the room. Although she appeared to be intrigued by me it was also very obvious that if I was not what she was looking for she did not want to miss any other potential opportunities. I sat quietly next to her. Her hand still holding my hand firmly.
The woman calmly looked at me. The nervousness that I told myself I would not feel was suddenly there. I decided it was best to talk rather than to try and meet her gaze.
"You said that you already knew exactly what I came here looking for. And what is it that you think I came here looking for?" I asked.
"You came her looking for someone to choose you," she answered. "As I said I saw you when you first came in all confident and beautiful. At first, I thought that you were here to meet someone. Then I saw you stand alone at the bar. But you were not watching the door waiting for someone to walk in. Instead, you looked around the room. Getting familiar with your surroundings. Trying to keep your nervousness in check. Just as you are trying to do so now."
"Choose me for what?" I asked.
