Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

A line of black cars snaked through the elegant grounds of the Carroll Mansion. The guests exiting those limos wore masks, tuxedos, and fancy dresses, and at first glance it appeared that yet another charity masquerade ball was being held at the popular venue. The entrance, however, held clues that tonight's event was a decidedly different type of attraction. The first clue, easily visible, was the intricate cobweb made of colored ropes that was spun across the twin grand pillars before the front doors. Elegantly knotted and painstakingly crafted, the web stretched from the ground to the entryway ceiling thirty feet above. A small opening in the middle, shaped roughly like a door, permitted entry to the house itself. And in one upper corner of the striking web, the other clue wriggled slowly, sending an undulating wave through the ropes that made passing guests glance up in curiosity. Like a cocooned insect, a human sized figure was artfully tied in place. The body, for gender was impossible to determine, was girdled so tightly with intricate ropes, layered one upon each other, that it looked almost like a mummy. The slow, erratic writhing of the object was clear evidence that a living person was encased inside. Welcome to the Rose and Thorn club, greeted an attractive blonde, one of several workers at a registration table set inside the entry atrium. Like the guests, she wore a mask. In her case, it was an intricate half-mask of dark feathers with ornamental eyebrows made of pearls. A short, black dress sheathed her slim body, the top strapless and cut low, and four inch black heels raised her to almost six feet in height. Bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips, standing out in vivid contrast to her dark outfit. Tapping on a tablet, she asked, Your name please, sir? Brent, replied the guest, a tall man with dark hair and a simple, black half-mask that hid his upper face. Blue eyes peered from behind the mask, darting around the room, and a guarded smile was visible below. His strong jaw was covered in a weeks worth of scruffy stubble. Brent Jackson. Excellent, if you would please verify your identity, Mr. Jackson, the greeter replied, proffering the tablet for a fingerprint scan. Her eyes widened as she reviewed the results of the scan and she flashed a mischievous smile at the masked man. Wonderful. I see you are an instructor tonight as well. Here is a rose badge to wear. Umm, If I may be so bold, perhaps you can show me a bit of your technique later, Sir. Shibari is such a fascinating art. Thank you, and who knows, I may need a demonstration subject late night if you are lucky, replied Brent with a wry smile. He shook his head apologetically, though, and as he placed the coin sized red badge on his tuxedo lapel he added, I'm really here to see the masters at work and learn myself, just like you. I doubt I'll be demonstrating anything. But, I'm always happy to share what I know... And who knows, if you still have questions, do find me later. The Rose Thorn Club was, of course, a very exclusive BDSM club that catered to a wealthy and international jetset of enthusiasts and titillation seeking voyeurs. Tonight was a special event featuring Shibari masters from around the world showing off their one of a kind Exhibits. Exhibits in Shibari were living subjects artfully tied up and restrained with ropes. Paired with elaborate back drops, they created an erotic mix of art and fetish that was beautiful, arousing, and emotive. Like all Rose Thorn Club events, there would be more traditional BDSM scenes demonstrated later in the night, with guests often participating. And for those seeking more discretion, there were abundant private rooms available for guests to explore their desires without an audience. While the Club tried to avoid their events from turning into orgy parties, the late night crowd was known to get a bit... wild. Brent hadn't been to one of the Club's large events in years, but tonight had piqued his interest as he'd been studying Shibari as a hobby. Evidently, he was skilled enough in the Club's eyes to warrant the instructor badge tonight, which had the advantage of giving him access to specially equipped private rooms as demonstration centers. The downside was that guests would be coming up to him all night, asking questions and seeking hands on demonstrations of this unique art form. While demonstrating with the attractive blonde from earlier wouldn't be a horrible chore, he'd also likely have a fair numbers of couples and less interesting students wasting his time, and Shibari took time to do right. Tonight, Brent truly just wanted to enjoy the exhibits and learn something himself, to be a fan, and as a result was half-tempted to hide the badge. Inside the party, the fetish aspect quickly became more apparent. Waitresses circulated trays of drinks, their outfits stylized and overtly sexual with leather corsets, short skirts, high heels, and stockings. A large number of the women, and even some men, had collars around their necks, styles ranging from thin metal hoops to thick, leather studded bands. The tuxedos blurred together, but the dresses stood out. They were shorter, lower cut, and more revealing than any normal black tie event. Some were so sheer as to be see though, others had fetish ornaments, laces, buckles, and leather panels, that mimicked kinkier outfits like corsets. And the overall crowd was undeniably attractive and clearly wealthy, the men on the whole a bit older than the women. Brent took a program and a glass of Champagne from a passing waitress and took time to study the list of Exhibits. One called In a Twisted World caught his eye. The piece was created by a famous Japanese master and featured some well know Japanese fetish models. Seemed like as good a place as any to start.