On a side street in Paris, just off the main drag, there is an exclusive club for invitees. It is called the Blue Grotto. Your name, Daphne Twain, is embossed on the invitation and a password to obtain entrance into the club.
You knock on the blue metal door. The small slot is opened, and all you see are bloodshot, dark eyes.
"Yes?" A gruff voice says behind the door.
You hand over your paper and say, "Renew."
The window is sliding shut, and you hear the bolts sliding. The door is open.
"Come!" The voice says.
You finally see the person behind the bloodshot eyes and gruff voice. He is squat and reminds you of " The Thing" from the comic books. His body and skin aglow under the anteroom's eerie glow.
He closes the door behind you as you enter, and the bolts are slid back into place!
He hands you back your invitation.
"Over there!" He says and points at the cloakroom to your right with his stubby finger.
You walk over to the counter, a slim blonde with bobbed short hair. She smiles and asks for your invitation. You hand it to her. She runs a handheld device over it. It beeps. Unseen by the human eye is a QR code that checks you in.
She opens the door to the room and hands you a clear bag. You are asked to check all your 21st-century attire and technology and place them in the bag, which is sealed. She takes the bag and places it in a small locker. She tells you to enter a code. You do so!
She looks up and down and goes to a clothing rack. She pulls out a sequined dress in a bag and hands it to you. You slip it on.
It is a 1920-style dress. Just above the knee. You are given soft slippers to wear, too!
She now runs a device over your upper right arm. It plants a barcode there. It is not very noticeable, but it will be there when you check out. She explains.
You step back out to the anteroom. There is a man in a white tuxedo, and he is to be your escort to the general manager's table. He extends his bent arm, and you slide yours inside it.
You both walk into the main club, and you are enveloped by a blue haze. It almost overwhelms you. The air has a pleasing scent. It is meant to relax your inhibitions.
Shortly, you are in the back corner of the Club. Seated at a booth is a woman familiar to you.
She points to the chair across from her, and you sit. The man who escorted you wishes you a pleasant evening.
"I am Madame Amelia," she says. It's nice to see you have finally made it to our establishment, Daphne, " She says to you.
"Yes, Madame, it seems like a lovely place." Your reply.
"It can be if you allow yourself to open your mind to new things. She says.
You nod.
A waiter brings over a couple of glasses of champagne.
You smile and take a sip. It has a nice taste to it, and the bubbles tickle your nose.
Madame Amelia explains to you that time does not pass here in the Grotto. The outside world will move on, but here it is always 1923. A time of fun and gaiety
You giggle at the word Gaiety.
Madam runs her hand over your soft, delicate hand, and your body shudders in a sexual explosion. You never knew you could be turned on by the touch of another woman.
"So darling, are you ready to delve deeper into the world of the 1920s?" She asks.
"Yes, Madame, I believe I am." You tell her.
She stands, and you stand too. You stand next to her. She loops her arm around your waist.
You both walk through a beaded curtain. Inside is an area of people smoking from Hookahs. Way in the back is another blue door.
"Your new journey is about to begin, my little darling," Amelia says.
You both enter the room, and there is a room with lots of equipment in it. A Saint Andrews cross. A sawhorse and a medical bed with straps and stirrups.
Madame looks at you, " Disrobe." She states simply.
You are a bit hesitant, but you feel trust in her.
The dress falls to the floor, and you are naked before her now. You didn't realize it, but your brown nipples are full and erect, you feel a jolt in your pussy as your cunt is throbbing too!
Madama Amelia places a leather collar around your neck and slides it closed. She also places wrist and ankle cuffs on your petite arms and ankles.
"Now your training begins, my pet." She says.
You nod. You whisper, "Yes, Mistress." You wonder where this is all coming from, but it seems natural to you now
"Good girl, seems like you were born to be here, doesn't it?" She says.
You say, "Yes, Mistress, it does."
She takes your hand and leads you to the exam table, and you lie down. She pulls your arms up over your head, runs a chain through the wrist cuffs, and attaches them to a bolt on the wall behind the table. She now moves down to your legs and pulls out the stirrups.
She attaches your legs to this as well. You are spread-eagled now. Your sex is exposed to her.
She runs her hand over your lips, and you moan. "You are ready to experience the pleasure only a woman can give you, my pet.
You moan, "Yes, Mistress!"
She slowly strokes your pussy lips on both sides at once She teases your clit. She keeps this up, and your hips buck up uncontrollably
"Oh, oh!" You moan.
She is now kissing and licking your cunt.
She looks up at you. "I do so love the feel of a freshly shaved cunt in my mouth."
She goes back to licking and sucking your pussy. She inserts a finger and then two, she finds your G-spot and massages it.
You ache to cum, but she does not allow this. She wants you to submit to her completely before you are allowed to cum
She stops now and again. "Are you going to give yourself to me completely if I let you cum?" She asks.
You shake as she says this, as you are not into becoming a slave to a woman
She goes back to eating you out and stops.
"Say it slut, say that you are willing to be Mine forever." She growls.
Your body aches to cum, it needs to cum Finally you say the words she wishes to hear.
"I am your pet, Mistress; I will be yours completely." You say.
She fingers your G-spot. " Cum for Mistress you dirty little slut!". As she sucks hard on your clit.
You explode on her face and fingers.
Your body is covered in sweat; you come over and over for her.
She moves up and cuddles you with you, she kisses you hard, and her tongue explores your mouth. You taste your juice.
She strokes you and purrs in your ear. "What a wonderful slut you will be for this club!
"We have much training to do before you are ready to be one of the club's harems!"
"But for now, you rest and be pampered, my darling." She says.
You put your dress back on, and you both adjourn back to the main area. She presses a button on the wall, and two women dressed in harem attire appear in a few minutes.
"Go with them, they will bathe you, tend to your needs, and take you to the sleeping area. "Mistress Amelia says. "I will see you later." And she walks away.
The two girls are coming closer to you now. One was a petite brunette, the other blond with an ample form. The brunette says. "Please come with us, Miss."
You go with them as the blue haze has its grasp.
They take you to a stairwell and upstairs. You are led into the bath area. A bath is drawn, and clear bath beads are dropped into the warm water. You step inside the tub and ease into the soothing water. Unbeknownst to you, the beads are made of the same properties as the blue haze. You close your eyes and take a short nap.
"Miss, miss!" A soft voice that wakes you from your deep sleep. It is the petite brunette.
"Time for us to get you to bed!" She states.
She extends her arm, and you stand. She dries off your body with a fluffy towel. It feels nice to be so pampered. Lotions are applied, and you are powdered too!
She takes you to the sleeping area next door and helps you into the queen-sized bed with the white satin sheets. You melt into them, and soon you are fast asleep.
Sweet wet dreams fill your peaceful sleep. You dream of Amelias' smile, her permed brown hair, and her soft brown eyes.
You wake up and are unsure of your surroundings and time. You stretch and then sit on the edge of the bed. Your body tingles with a sexual crackle.
As if they knew, the two handmaidens appear and help you into a light blue nightgown. They slipped your feet into soft blue slippers with small feathers on top.
You are then led to a salon. Your shoulder-length auburn hair is cut into a pixie cut. You are given a nice makeover. Your hazel eyes are now highlighted. Your brown nipples are given a nice rogue accenting them.
You are now led to the main café area. Madame Amelia is waiting for you in a nice silver beaded dress.
She has you model yourself for her.
"Nice, very nice! " She says, "Come and sit in my lap, pet!"
You do so without hesitation, and she reaches into your nightgown and tweaks your nipples. You moan.
"So full and perky nipples, my pixie darling. Oh, yes, there is your new name. Pixie pet!"
You giggle and squeal, "I love it, Mistress!"
"Good, then let us go, and I will introduce you to some of the regulars." She says.
You stand, and she takes your hand in hers. You walk into the main café area. There is a long rectangular table.
You gasp as you look around table A, the who's who of the literary and artistic world. "Stein, Fitzgerald, Picasso, and Hemingway, to name a few.
