Dark confessions

OOC: Shall we wait for her to sign or not or shall we proceed on the presumption that she'll sign and bring her along with you?
 
OOC:

Sorry Flordia thunderstorm and power went out or we could have S-B. *s

IC: Lawrence, the waiter:

"If you'll follow me please I'll introduce you to your host and guide."

You're led to the corner booth where the man sits watching the establishment. The man who'd sent over the drink and been noticed lighting a cigarette.

"Sir, may I introduce Susan and June. They've signed the requisite releases and are prepared for their journeys of exploration and self exploration."

He replies in a low and quiet voice, "Thank you Lawrence." at which Lawerence backs away and leaves the two of you standing looking at the speaker.

He rises and extends his hand between you both so which ever wishes can take it first. In a germanic accent and the same quiet voice, "Good evening ladies. If you're prepared shall we begin what may be a journey that lasts the remainder of your lives?"
 
June

The man sat in the corner who had sent us drinks, and who I had seen lighting his cigarette is very distinguished looking. "Not the type of man to lead us into something we wouldn'r want to do", I think to myself.

As he speaks he offers his hand, and I take it. He clasps my hand in a firm grip, his hand large and warm, with mine feeling tiny within it's grip.

His voice is quiet and soothing and has an accent I don't recognise. I glance at my new frien, Susan as he tells us about a journey that may last for the rest of our lives. She looks as worried as I'm feeling.

What kind of journey are we about to begin I wonder? Why was I invited here and how do they seem to know so much about us? I smile at Susan, trying to make her feel more comfortable, even though I'm feeling nervous myself.

The man keeps his grip on my hand and leads us to a door at the back............
 
Nicolas von Baur:

"You are about to enter where deep and secret fantasies live. The dark fantasies that you barely allow yourselves to admit to yourself that you have and would never tell anyone else about.
"In here all is done Safely, Sanely and Consensually. No one is ever forced or coereced into doing anything that they don't wish to do freely and willingly. Do keep that in mind please," he says quietly to you both then he unlocks and opens the black steel door and ushers you into another room.

When the door shuts with a very final sounding thump the soft music from the other side is cut off so this is obviously a sound proofed area, a pitch black one.

A muted *click* and lights begin to glow and as he turns the dial brighten until you can see that you've entered a shop.... a shop sellling all manner of expensive looking fetish wear of all kinds and with display cases full of every sex toy you've ever heard of or seen and more as well as things that have to be used to inflict pain.

"Welcome to the outer area of Darker Confessions. The shop where what you crave can be purchased for wear or use within the Inner Sanctum.
"Out there I am Nicolas or Mr. von Baur, but in here I am Master or Sir."
 
OOC:

Well as the name of the story is Dark Confessions and since it began in a restaurant/lounge and since you came in alone I presumed that there was 'something missing' in the lives of your characters.
Someone who knows each of you but not both of you understood that you were each 'looking' for something and suggested Dark Confessions as a possible solution as the Private Room is home to every kink and would allow your characters to explore each of theirs from BDSM to Lesbianism, to Exhibitionism, etc, etc.
 
OCC

That sounds OK to me. may need a little help along the way, but I'm sure it will turn out interesting.
 
OOC: Okay then why not shop *s* and if you have any questions or suggestions let ask or let me know in PM okay?
 
June.

"I don't know what we've got into" I said softly to Susan. "There must be a reason for us being here though, so we might as well at least have a look."

I smiled a rather weak smile as I looked into Susans eyes, and gently took her hand in mine.

"Come on, we can look" I said as i began to explore the "store".

God, they have things here I've never even heard of, i thought to myself as we begin to look around. Whips, racks, handcuffs, and things I just don't recognise.

"oh my God, are they nipple clamps?....just look at the size of some of them" I exclaim. "I know I have large nipples, but my God, I don't think I could take those"............
 
Nicolas:

He stands by the door watching them as they browse through the shop and hears both the large nipple comment and the question about fantasies and thinks to himself, 'Large and very sensitive nipples I'll wager June and Susan everyone has fantasies, but it takes courage to admit them and try to live them out so when you're old or dying you won't have to think back and say to yourself, "If I'd only...." That's the untimate sadness, the "if I'd onlys" for they never leave.'
 
Nicolas von Baur:

As they pass where he stands waiting patiently, " The changing rooms are through that archway," he says quietly as you pass.
 
Nicolas von Baur:

To June as she sits and waits:

"Won't you find something that you like too. Something fitting and suitable to your fantasies and needs, your dark and secret inner cravings."

Inside of the Hog's Breath Saloon, a part of Dayton Beach transplanted to Dark Confessions:

Rick stood at the bar a big mug of beer in his hand. He, like all of the bikers in the bar, wore his colors, but this was netural ground so there'd no trouble regardless of the fact that there were Outlaws, Hell's Angels, Diabolo's and other outlaw bike gang members also here.
To en sure they were all anonymous so personal disputes couldn't enter into things all wore skin tight leather masks of various hues with just the eyes and mouths uncovered. Rick's was a dark red with black and gold highlights.
As he drank his beer he looked over the local talent seeking a fuck playmate for the night. A wannabe or unattatched mama to releive the pressure in his large balls.
 
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Rick:

He stood with his back to the bar, beer in hand. His eyes roved over those in the place, watching just in case as he looked for someone, the one who'd be his for the rest of the night. His to enjoy and how knows maybe even share with a Bro or mama or two.
 
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