2 YEARS AGO
SAN FRANCISCO
I was on my way to leave then but I couldn't get my butt off the seat and I ended up staying until those four men were off the stage and the club went back to its calm and entertaining demeanor. I didn't belong here. Just the way I never felt like I belonged anywhere else. I asked the waitress for the bill to pay. I thank god I was working otherwise I didn't know how I would pay.
She brought me a link luminaries drink in a large glass and I looked up at her about to protest that this wasn't my drink.
"I know dear, there's one of our clubs best who've paid for it. Your food too, here's the receipt. Thank you for dining with us have an amazing time." Then she left. My mouth felt dry how was....I was confused. I didn't particularly meet anyone who would offer to buy me drinks.
I looked at the receipt and noticed the drink was non alcoholic. I swallowed I don't think I should be here before someone notices I'm an underage in here. But then I couldn't escape, someone say across from me. He was wearing a silk robe with no shirt inside. His hair was wet and slightly curled up. I looked up. It was the man on the stage whose eyes I had met. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?
"Sorry but I'm not interested. Thank you for paying and the drink." I said and gathered stuff in my purse when he finally spoke.
"What happened to "hello, you're quite handsome. Some might even say you fell out of heaven. Thanks for the drink, its delicious, mind if we have a chat?" I mean that's how conversations used to go." He said and I froze for two reasons. His voice was heaven and even though it was low, it didn't need to be, it was clear and heavenly. His expression. It wasn't snug but I felt comfortable staring at his face just to catch a glimpse of it again.
"I....thank you. I hadn't even expected to stay. I just happened to drive past here and thought maybe I should come in. I was not expecting this place." I said and nervously took a large sip of my drink. Embarassiny, I choked a little and coughed up a storm. He pushed the drink away and handed me a napkin.
"So like many here you don't know what it is you want? Understandable. It happens to the best of us. But if call this a twist of fate that you came in and we met, won't you say?" He said.
"Fate? Laughable."
"Not a big fan of fate I see. I mean whatever it is, I can't really complain. But, what ARE you doing here?" My mouth opened when he asked but I was as clueless as he was. I didn't know. So he spoke before I could come up with some lame answer.
" I can show you around. Because this is something entirely overwhelming you've stepped into. I would rather show you than explain." He stood and extended his hand for me to take or refuse. My mind wanted to refuse but my body took his hand and let him lead you away, my drink in hand.
We went through a door that was painted red. It was thick meaning that this place was completely sound proof. We entered and suddenly the air changed. It was heavy it was, as he had put it, overwhelming. There was glass rooms all around. Completely transparent. My gasp came in short and Tim laughed low and held my hand tight and firm.
"Surprising isn't it? It's a completely different place. This whole club is supposed to be a sanctuary. A safe space. Let me explain. Having sexual fantasies is one thing but expressing is something else entirely. Some people can't because their partner may find it either too much or too...I don't know, unnerving. This is what this place erases. No judgement. No limit to how much your fantasies can be explored. There are limits of course but that can be discussed between you and your partner."
"What if someone in here judges as well when it's supposed to be a safe space?" I asked and I didn't know if I had stepped out of line asking that question.
"I like how you think Youngblood. Well, we do have those instances of course nothing is too perfect. We have rules about that. If it's something that seems displeasing to you you're free to leave. But if you were to come into conflict with club staff on this it's considered discrimination and you will be banned."
I nodded and looked around there were people maybe one or two looking into different glass rooms. One had a woman hanging through ropes and a man circling her and the connection was insane if you stayed for longer. My feet lingered there and watched him talk to her as he tightened something in those ropes. His expression changed and become more concerned and he leaned his forehead on hers for a brief moment and her head Beant behind her in something that seemed like pleasure. I couldn't understand but the scene made it so....sexy.
"This is something called shibari. It's a hanging method that was introduced from Japan. It's a hanging rope method that requires a very willing submissive to cooperate on, all for her pleasure of course." I heard Tim say near me as I watched and then we left them and went to another glass room and saw this time a woman with two men kneeling her with their heads held down. She was holding a smaller version of a whip and it came crushing down one of the men's lower back. The mans mouth parted and then a smile and the woman held his head back with one hand the other one had her fingers in the second mans mouth as he sucked her fingers.
"It's hard for people these days to believe that women can take full control in the bedroom. Does this change your perspective?" He asked and I raised a brow.
"My perspective on what exactly?" I asked and he shrugged a little and that little smile returned.
"Maybe what you thought was traditional sex and all. I love being in this side of madness cause the rules don't apply. Express yourself and be who you want to be with who you want." He said and walked again ahead and I followed him. There was an empty room. There was a large bed and lines and lines of glass boxes.
"What role do you play in this world?" I asked and he sat on the bed my hand still in his and so my body followed and I found myself standing in between his legs.
"Role? That's the thing I have so many choices. But I've been a trained Dominative for...five years?" He said the image of the woman with the two men came to mind, so he liked inflicting pain? For what? His pleasure?
"So...hitting people brings you some kind of pleasure or is it that I'm misunderstanding?" I asked and he shook his head and then his expression changed and he stood. His frame towered over mine and then he came down to my ear.
"I won't repeat myself when I say this, on your knees. Now." His sudden words had my body moving like he said. I took off my heels and went on my knees. My hands shook for some reason and I looked up at him. He was walking behind me and spoke again.
"Look straight ahead darling. Don't move." He said and I did exactly that without a second thought which scared me. I didn't know what this man wanted with me. A black soft cloth came over my eyes. And my body shook, I was scared. What was he doing? Was he going to hurt me? I felt tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't see, I couldn't move I couldn't make out what he wanted to do.
"Please...wait..." I managed to say and he lifted the cloth a little for me to see him. His face was full of concern and I think It was the fact that I looked like I was about to break down.
"Sweetie. This is to answer your question. This isn't about hurting women. Never, that's not my intention. This whole thing is so you can trust me. You were scared because you don't trust me. You don't trust how I can handle your body when we are in a session. You don't know your boundaries, you don't know how this might go. And that's okay you don't know me yet and you have every right to be scared." He said and somehow that calmed me down he was proving a point and I think I understood it. This whole thing was about trusting the person who was in control. It was so...simple and yet so hard.
"You're into S&M? Not that I fully understand it but are you?" I asked as he helped me up. My heart had calmed down and so did my body, he just caught me off guard with the sudden commands.
"Yes I am. But the question here is...how do you feel about all of this?" He asked and that question hung in the air as I looked around me. This was so new. Did I want this? Did I want to trust this man?