Thread: Mental Lockdown [Hahvoc x PureLust]

So many play things... His mind purred as he prowled around the club. He was known here as one of the few brutal Switches out there. A few women he had played with in the past came up for some light conversation, friendly and open about their newest experiences. It wasn't all about harsh commands and sharp pain or bindings. He was safe here and had accumulated friendships that had helped shape him into the sexual deviant he was. Plus, it was always a relief to see the maturity and growth that his friends had gone through with him on their crazy journey. One of the women in their group was a submissive who had acquired a gentle Master and boyfriend, her collar shining around her throat. It was pure white with a bright red jeweled heart. It fit her completely and the pride on her face was unmistakeable. Zeke and her had played before, but they had both learned pain inflicted on her skin rarely meant pleasure for her- instead - they had learned she was a delectable sadist but never went too far. It worked with her relationship since her Master was a hardcore masochist, which seemed to fit his gentle nature. Zeke could still feel the envy that made his skin itch. Eventually, there seemed to be a buzz going around that someone had come into the club with attire that didn't fit the theme. Usually, they weren't allowed inside so he was curious as to why they let someone in who wasn't - from the sounds of it - even remotely gothed up. The person who got in had problem been charged out the nose to get in and probably told not to make any trouble or else. That's usually how it worked. Some little man decided to poke fun at the goths and then got his ass kicked. No matter. Zeke would track down whoever it was and set 'em straight. Eventually he saw the person in question and his eyes narrowed. Completely out of place was an understatement. The only blue he saw were on some corsets and collars and leashes. No one wore jeans. The kid has a pretty face, but he was definitely not within his element. Seems we have a puppy who needs training... He commented to one of the men who was next to him. The man's alias was Ragnarok, but Zeke knew him as Malcolm. He was a tall son of a bitch with long black hair and vibrant purple eyes. He had the tan skin of the Native Americans which made sense since he was mostly pure Cherokee. His great-great grandfather had been a white settler who fell in love with the tribes in the West and eventually one of the women. So his line wasn't pure but it was damn close. He was also about 6'5'' and muscular as hell. He looked around Zeke to see the man in question before he nodded with a small grin. Why don't you lure him in, Odin? Odin, Zeke's play name. He and Malcolm had become enamored with Norse mythology when they had been kids growing up together and had developed their aliases as they matured and flourished within the lifestyle. They didn't want to be gods amongst the people they played with, but they wanted to leave a lasting impression. They wanted to be remembered and whispered about. It was narcissistic, but they were allowed. It was mostly fun and games. Mostly. Perhaps I shall...I've always wanted a dog. Hearing Malcolm snicker, Zeke motioned for the under-dressed man to come over to him. He wondered if he would be able to see him, and yet had the feeling he knew when he was being called. It would be a most interesting meeting.