Night Out on The Town
You were standing there, talking to a ********** and beautiful woman. However it was your beauty that caught my attention. Your long dark hair, your beautiful eyes and a smile that could light up a room. Noticing the young lady you are so enjoying her company. She had a small tattoo that symbolized she was a slave; but not any slave. A very prominent, mysterious group in this area, and not many knew about. The tattoo on these slaves was to mark what type of slave, and what their specialty was and marked so only certain people with that knowledge and membership only new. So my curiosity provoked me to see what was being said. I seen my chance a table in a very dark corner of the room came open. I started to move to the table. But I had to pass by you and your friend. As I passed the intoxicating perfume and pheromones was overpowering; so much it threw my balance off. You brushed against me and apologized as you touched my arm. Not wanting you to see my face. I replied, “It is okay, it was my fault;” And kept walking by. As I sat down I noticed your partner and you were looking in my general direction. But the shadows in this corner covered my face, and the both of you smiled and turned and started to talk amongst yourselves.
A few minutes later your friend and you and a male left the group and walk to a back booth that was secluded and away from peering eyes. I knew from my time in this establishment that those booths were private and one needed a special key to get in. So I got up to end my night, but again curiosity got me again. As I was leaving I passed by the booth and the door did not shut all the way; leaving a slight crack. I watched for a few seconds and noticed that you and your friend were kissing and touching each other. You were lying under your friend kissing and the male was behind her. I seen she sat up and he wrapped his arm around her neck and had something in his hand, which looked like a c***d’s toy knife. She moaned in enjoyment and reached down with her hand and grabbed you around your throat. You were all clothed but he pushed up behind her, he whispered something in her ear and she moved to put her face into your lap. I heard a bouncer telling me, “to move on!” Before I could leave I seen you look at the door, cocked your head and smiled. All you could see possibly was my eye, for the area behind me was dark and the only light was from the room you were in. The Bouncer shut the door as I was leaving.
As I was walking down the street, I couldn’t get that image of you smiling and the moan when your friend placed her face in your lap. For the next couple of nights, I visited the same place, in the same corner table hoping to get a glimpse of you and your friend again. I have never been in one of those booths. And wonder what was so popular with them, I noticed a lady was by herself and was drinking alone. So I went up to the bar and sat down and order my drink. She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Hello.” I smiled and replied back with, “a Hello.” We sat there in silence just staring in the dark, listening to the music. I asked her, “What brings you here?” She replied, “Boredom.” We started to talk and made small talk, enjoying the company. She kept making settled glances at the area where the booths were. I said, “If you are meeting someone I can leave.” She smiled and said, “No, not meeting anyone!” She then asked me, “If I have ever been in one.” “No I haven’t,” I replied. “Do you know what goes on back there?” I asked. She laughed and said, “I have seen you many of times here and you have no clue?” I nodded that I didn’t. I asked her, “What was so special about that area?” She told me it is where things can come true and happen. She stood up and started to walk away, smiling. I turned back to the bar and she whispers in my ear, “are you coming?” As she grabbed my arm and started to walk away; she had this way of walking. Her hips swayed in an erotic and seductive way. She turned to me and smile and bit her lower lip. When we arrived she asked me, “What do you like, what is your pleasure, your desire?” I must have had a stunned look on my face; she grabbed my hand and whispered, “We will start with something easy and fun to both of our mutual pleasure!” She opened a door, there was a table with what looked like tie downs, candles, pillows and feathers. She walked over to the table and sat down, crossing her legs. “I will show you the ropes, and then I will talk you through it when it is my turn to be pleasured.” I said, “Umm I thought that was i*****l and I don’t think I have the money.” She laughed again, “Oh you are silly, this is a place where adults can have fun, no money exchange, and semi-nude to no nude or sexual contact.” “This is all about pleasure and control.” Now take off your pants and shirt and lie down on the table. I did what she wanted, taking my jeans off she smiled and replied, “Boxer briefs; I thought you were more into tighty whities!”
“Look at that chest,” she replied as I removed my shirt. She removed her dress and top, standing there in her bra and thong. She kissed me and asked me to kiss her neck. I started to kiss and nibble her neck and noticed she had a tattoo that was a symbol that marked her as a slave, just behind her ear where her hair would cover it in public. She laid me down and tied my hands and feet to the tie downs on the table. See there are ways to create pleasure without actually having sex, I can make your body do things, and feel things that you have never known it could. “Like this here,” as she picked up a feather, “You may think it just tickles, but in the right area I can make things happen.” Take for instance, right now you are watching my breast and how the bra hides everything. Oh I forgot to mention I can make you say and answer things as well. You are also watching the feather, now watch what happens when I remove my bra. See know your eyes gave away everything, your breathing is deeper, your mouth is wet and open. Now watch, as she took the feather and traced her areolas and nipples. Now you are starting to become aroused, you want to touch and taste my breast. But it won’t happen as of now! But watch and learn, feel the pleasure and pain. As she uses her hand to pull my chest hair, now that is pain and this is pleasure. She traces my areolas, “Now your nipples are hard as mine.” Then she bent down and licked them, and sucks them. See men can have pleasure from their breast.
Now farther down, she begins to trace my stomach down to my shaved pubic area, the penis is a man’s world. He isn’t anything without it, it is what defines him. It motivates him, it leads him, satisfies him. Just the slightest touch makes it hard, as she moved the feather up and down the shaft of my cock. See how it is reacting to the touch of the feather! Now when I show my pussy to you, it will get harder, then when I touch it and rub it; the penis gets harder. “Do you like this feeling,” she asked? I moaned and smiled. Now stay there and wait, she said as she walked to where the candles are. Walking back she blew the candle out. And before I knew it, I felt a pain that was pleasurable, excitable. She poured wax down my chest, down both of my legs. See your cock went to somewhat hard, a state that can still ejaculate but not to penetrate. Oh yes, see that there, she demanded. I nodded and smiled, that there is pre-cum. She walked closer to my cock and looked at it. Now it is my turn to lie on the table, she moaned. As I was moving off the table with a semi- state of hardness. She walk past me and brushed against my penis. All I could do is moan and move away from her, she smiled and laughed. I tied her hands, and when I went to tie her legs. I had to spread them, what a site a very dripping wet pussy, soaking her thong. As I was grabbing for the feather, she made a comment. Two nights ago I was watching you staring at two beautiful women. “Did they turn you on?” she asked. Just the imagine of you and your friend, with her face in your lap. Her laugh from the table brought me back. Well I can see they did, your cock is totally hard and pulsating. Which one you liked the most, she asked. Was it the blond with the tight little ass, or the dark hair one with the perky tits, and long sexy legs? Oh it is the dark haired one, she smiled. I stared at her asked, “How did you know that?” The head of your cock got larger when I mentioned her, it swelled and moved upward. She is a very sexy woman and she is a very naughty one that can make you ask for mercy! And that is all I will say, unless you can get me to talk.
So you want me to torture you to get information about her? She replied, “It isn’t torture, it is control. Remember what I said, that you can make someone do things that they thought they couldn’t do. So, I skipped the feather and went with the candle wax, I poured it on her breast. She squirmed and moan in pleasure. “Ah you have to do better than that if you want answers to what you seek.”
To be continued...
A few minutes later your friend and you and a male left the group and walk to a back booth that was secluded and away from peering eyes. I knew from my time in this establishment that those booths were private and one needed a special key to get in. So I got up to end my night, but again curiosity got me again. As I was leaving I passed by the booth and the door did not shut all the way; leaving a slight crack. I watched for a few seconds and noticed that you and your friend were kissing and touching each other. You were lying under your friend kissing and the male was behind her. I seen she sat up and he wrapped his arm around her neck and had something in his hand, which looked like a c***d’s toy knife. She moaned in enjoyment and reached down with her hand and grabbed you around your throat. You were all clothed but he pushed up behind her, he whispered something in her ear and she moved to put her face into your lap. I heard a bouncer telling me, “to move on!” Before I could leave I seen you look at the door, cocked your head and smiled. All you could see possibly was my eye, for the area behind me was dark and the only light was from the room you were in. The Bouncer shut the door as I was leaving.
As I was walking down the street, I couldn’t get that image of you smiling and the moan when your friend placed her face in your lap. For the next couple of nights, I visited the same place, in the same corner table hoping to get a glimpse of you and your friend again. I have never been in one of those booths. And wonder what was so popular with them, I noticed a lady was by herself and was drinking alone. So I went up to the bar and sat down and order my drink. She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Hello.” I smiled and replied back with, “a Hello.” We sat there in silence just staring in the dark, listening to the music. I asked her, “What brings you here?” She replied, “Boredom.” We started to talk and made small talk, enjoying the company. She kept making settled glances at the area where the booths were. I said, “If you are meeting someone I can leave.” She smiled and said, “No, not meeting anyone!” She then asked me, “If I have ever been in one.” “No I haven’t,” I replied. “Do you know what goes on back there?” I asked. She laughed and said, “I have seen you many of times here and you have no clue?” I nodded that I didn’t. I asked her, “What was so special about that area?” She told me it is where things can come true and happen. She stood up and started to walk away, smiling. I turned back to the bar and she whispers in my ear, “are you coming?” As she grabbed my arm and started to walk away; she had this way of walking. Her hips swayed in an erotic and seductive way. She turned to me and smile and bit her lower lip. When we arrived she asked me, “What do you like, what is your pleasure, your desire?” I must have had a stunned look on my face; she grabbed my hand and whispered, “We will start with something easy and fun to both of our mutual pleasure!” She opened a door, there was a table with what looked like tie downs, candles, pillows and feathers. She walked over to the table and sat down, crossing her legs. “I will show you the ropes, and then I will talk you through it when it is my turn to be pleasured.” I said, “Umm I thought that was i*****l and I don’t think I have the money.” She laughed again, “Oh you are silly, this is a place where adults can have fun, no money exchange, and semi-nude to no nude or sexual contact.” “This is all about pleasure and control.” Now take off your pants and shirt and lie down on the table. I did what she wanted, taking my jeans off she smiled and replied, “Boxer briefs; I thought you were more into tighty whities!”
“Look at that chest,” she replied as I removed my shirt. She removed her dress and top, standing there in her bra and thong. She kissed me and asked me to kiss her neck. I started to kiss and nibble her neck and noticed she had a tattoo that was a symbol that marked her as a slave, just behind her ear where her hair would cover it in public. She laid me down and tied my hands and feet to the tie downs on the table. See there are ways to create pleasure without actually having sex, I can make your body do things, and feel things that you have never known it could. “Like this here,” as she picked up a feather, “You may think it just tickles, but in the right area I can make things happen.” Take for instance, right now you are watching my breast and how the bra hides everything. Oh I forgot to mention I can make you say and answer things as well. You are also watching the feather, now watch what happens when I remove my bra. See know your eyes gave away everything, your breathing is deeper, your mouth is wet and open. Now watch, as she took the feather and traced her areolas and nipples. Now you are starting to become aroused, you want to touch and taste my breast. But it won’t happen as of now! But watch and learn, feel the pleasure and pain. As she uses her hand to pull my chest hair, now that is pain and this is pleasure. She traces my areolas, “Now your nipples are hard as mine.” Then she bent down and licked them, and sucks them. See men can have pleasure from their breast.
Now farther down, she begins to trace my stomach down to my shaved pubic area, the penis is a man’s world. He isn’t anything without it, it is what defines him. It motivates him, it leads him, satisfies him. Just the slightest touch makes it hard, as she moved the feather up and down the shaft of my cock. See how it is reacting to the touch of the feather! Now when I show my pussy to you, it will get harder, then when I touch it and rub it; the penis gets harder. “Do you like this feeling,” she asked? I moaned and smiled. Now stay there and wait, she said as she walked to where the candles are. Walking back she blew the candle out. And before I knew it, I felt a pain that was pleasurable, excitable. She poured wax down my chest, down both of my legs. See your cock went to somewhat hard, a state that can still ejaculate but not to penetrate. Oh yes, see that there, she demanded. I nodded and smiled, that there is pre-cum. She walked closer to my cock and looked at it. Now it is my turn to lie on the table, she moaned. As I was moving off the table with a semi- state of hardness. She walk past me and brushed against my penis. All I could do is moan and move away from her, she smiled and laughed. I tied her hands, and when I went to tie her legs. I had to spread them, what a site a very dripping wet pussy, soaking her thong. As I was grabbing for the feather, she made a comment. Two nights ago I was watching you staring at two beautiful women. “Did they turn you on?” she asked. Just the imagine of you and your friend, with her face in your lap. Her laugh from the table brought me back. Well I can see they did, your cock is totally hard and pulsating. Which one you liked the most, she asked. Was it the blond with the tight little ass, or the dark hair one with the perky tits, and long sexy legs? Oh it is the dark haired one, she smiled. I stared at her asked, “How did you know that?” The head of your cock got larger when I mentioned her, it swelled and moved upward. She is a very sexy woman and she is a very naughty one that can make you ask for mercy! And that is all I will say, unless you can get me to talk.
So you want me to torture you to get information about her? She replied, “It isn’t torture, it is control. Remember what I said, that you can make someone do things that they thought they couldn’t do. So, I skipped the feather and went with the candle wax, I poured it on her breast. She squirmed and moan in pleasure. “Ah you have to do better than that if you want answers to what you seek.”
To be continued...
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