Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

This was a bad idea. The thought recurred, over and over in my head. But my body didn't listen. I didn't heed my own premonitions. And as the line of people snaked forward, I was slowly sucked into this terrible idea. This terrible place. The Flesh Emporium. The large neon letters shone down on me, bathing me and the night in redness. Beneath the name, it elaborated on the name, as to not confuse it with an organ chop shop. SM Club Cafe.I glance up at it every other second, unable to take my mind off just what exactly it is that I'm doing. Where exactly it is that I'm going. I feel like a leaf in the wind, quivering with nervousness. I was stupid not to wear more. As always, I think I can overcome the cold, that it's worth it to be able to show a little skin, but I always regret my decision. At least, when I'm outside. I hug myself, shivering. It's cold, I'm nervous, and I'm alone. I'm in a line full of people, heading to a club, but I still feel very lonely. There's nobody with me. There weren't anyone I could have asked, or anyone I would have wanted to ask. I didn't want anybody to find out that I had ever been here, or even thought about being here. It was embarassing. Pathetic. I had to come here, to this shady place, just to get a hint of a taste. Just to smell the sexual power that was at work within. Merely thinking of it made my blood run hotter. I had to get a taste. Just a taste. I was so absorbed in my own little bubble that I hadn't realized that I was at the front of the line, being spoken to by a broad-shouldered, dark-suited guard. I looked up at him, perplexed. Subberdom? He asked, his words blurring together. I strained to make sense of it, but just frowned at him stupidly while my slow mind-wheels tried to work it out. The man sighed, expressing his annoyance. Are you sexually dominant, or sexually submissive? You look like a scared little mouse. You sure you belong here? He asked, and I opened my mouth, a protest on my lips, when someone else spoke up for me. A middle-aged man, lean and hairy, stepped in from behind her. He looked like a fun uncle. Unkempt, head a little bowed, and charming as hell. He was the type of uncle who would let her have a sip of his wine at parties when she was younger. She's with me, Henry. She's just passing through, he said, and gave me a smart grin and a wink. The guard grimaced, but waved me and my savior inside. Once out of ear-shot, he leaned in close, and whispered. You owe me, kid. Now don't go getting into trouble, or it'll be my ass, he said, and then strode ahead of me. I wanted to call him back. I didn't want to be alone in here. But before I had made up my mind, he was gone. I wasn't prepared for what I stumbled into. The place was fashionably decorated, with high ceilings, light colors and straight edges. People were talking, dancing, drinking. And fucking. I could hear it through the crowd. Moans, gasps, and frantic panting. Once in a while a high pitched scream. The air itself seemed alive with sexuality. Everyone oozed of lust and desire, and of power. There were normal people with normal clothes there, but some had outragious costumes. Of leather, or silk, or so little fabric that it wouldn't do it justice to call it an outfit. The room pulsed with an energy I hadn't felt before. I breathed deeply of the thick air, and felt myself become intoxicated by it all. I didn't stand still. I couldn't. I find myself following a stream, and I hear lewd sounds grow closer. Until I see her. Bound to a leather-clad table. Her face was red, her body sweaty. She grimaced. Men's fingers were inside of her. Another woman was pulling on her breasts. And a multitude of other hands were touching, pinching, slapping, or rubbing at the rest of her body. I freeze when I see her, and them. This was more than a taste. This wasn't the safe end of the pool. This was as deep as it got. This was My thoughts are interrupted, as I see someone flying towards the ceiling. No. Hoisted. It was a guy, bound with rope, being pulled further and further upwards. People were cheering him on, and taunting him. I felt my blood run hot. Hadn't I been cold a minute ago? Now I was boiling. This was more than a taste. But it was glorious. It was so very wrong, but it was glorious. I stepped forward a little. I wanted to get closer to the woman on the table. Maybe touch her. Maybe Someone groped me from behind. I try to turn, to face the culprit, but my limbs won't move. Someone was holding my arms. Hey! Let me go! I shout, and struggle. After a second, my arms are free again. I turn to see, and it's a very tall, very black man, in an equally black suit. Sorry, baby dove. Thought you were up for grabs. I mean, you a fine little subby if I ever saw one, and you know the rules, he said, but shrugged, and walked away. I'm left there by myself, visibly trembling. I feel reviled, and abused. But at the same time I can feel myself getting wet. I can feel myself beginning to leak, I'm so turned on. I place myself more carefully after that, managing not to get into any more of those encounters. Just looking, observing, and licking my lips, as I drink in all the scenery. It's all so perverted. And so disgusting. And it's what I've been fantasizing about for years.