It was Friday night, nothing going on in town so I decided to visit My favorite fetish club.
I walked into the room, My sharp green eyes piercing the darkness as I stood at the entrance, looking to see if there were any willing slaves tonight.
I was dressed in all leather, firm breasts threating to spill from the halter top, hips and ass molded by the tight leather skirt, so short that My ass barely was covered. My legs encased in thigh high spike heel boots. My fire red hair fell down My back in waves.
I smiled, blood red lips curling up.
It was going to be an intesting night for sure ....
OOC: Ashley Adams, 18 year old Senior. Shoulder length curly, strawberry blonde hair, large green eyes, cute button nose, engaging smile. 5'2", athletic, 34B, and shaved.
Why had I ever wanted to make the Cheerleader squad in the first place?, I thought to myself as I stood outside the Fetish Club, a dark trenchoat wrapped around my small body. Because, then I would be popular. And being popular meant being able to do more things in school, and hopefully, evenutally a chance to go to a better University. But first I had to make it past the "hazing" phase. So, with that, I pressed on the handle to the door, swinging it inward, and stepped inside.
I nervously stepped up to the coat check area, and removed the trenchcoat. Underneath was what they had dressed me in. A white latex skirt, that was certainly too short to be respectable, a matching white latex bra, that left plenty of skin exposed, including my belly-button with the simple silver hoop ring. I had a pair of white thigh-high latex boots with 5 inch heels, which made me feel much taller than my normal 5'2", and to complete the ensemble was a white leather collar around my neck, with a large silver hoop on the front.
I swallowed nervously, and took one more brief moment to gather what was left of my nerve, and headed into the club....
I walked slowly around the outer edges of the club, trying to keep to the shadows as much as possible. I felt completely out of place, and I'm sure anyone would have been able to tell. I had just found an empty lounging chair that I was going to get comfortable in when I saw her. In a word, she was breathtaking....gorgeous red hair, penetrating green eyes...and dressed to kill all in leather. I had never in my life imagined that I would be so instantly taken by the mere sight of another woman, but the truth was, at the moment I was finding it difficult to breathe. I wanted so badly to introduce myself to her...to have her be the one to help me complete my quest here. But she seemed so confident,so sure of herself...what would she possible want with me?
My gaze caught site of the young girl in the white latex outfit. My eyes moved from head to toe taking in her short curly hair, lovely green eyes, and her toned body. She looked absolutely delicious. Blood red lips curled in a smile as I noticed her glancing my way, her shy nervous look, and the way her eyes were everywhere, definitely told me this was a new expierence for her.
I made my way to her, stopping a waiter on the way and ordering two drinks and told him where to deliver them. I saw the girls eyes widen in her face as she new now where I was going. As I moved closer her gaze took in My body, eyes growing wider as she caught sight of the crop hooked into my skirt.
I sat down at her table, and smiled.
"Hello," I purred in my soft seductive drawl. "You look a bit lost sweetie. This isn't a safe place to be lost" I added with a predatory smile and a twinkle in my eye.
I was startled more than anything when I noticed the woman making her way in my general direction. She stopped momentarily to speak with one of the waiters, and I suddenly realized that she was headed straight to the place I was sitting.
Moments later she was seated down at my table. I'm sure my green eyes must have been as wide as saucers, taking in her outfit up close, noticing the crop hooked into her skirt. I swallowed nervously.
And then I heard her speak for the first time. It was such a beautiful voice, soft, seductive, almost a purr..I almost couldn't make out the words I was so enraptured.. "lost.. isn't safe.." I was lost all right...lost in her beautiful eyes.
I felt the flush rising to my cheeks, not knowing anything about how I should speak or act in this place. I found my soft high voice quavering as I stammered out, "H-hello.. um..I..uh...I've never been um...here..before..," I finished lamely. My eyes lowering to stare at the table top, a few stray curls of my hair dangling down over my eyes. God, I must have just made a fool out of myself I thought.
"Well sweetheart, thats quite obvious. Whats not obvious, is why you are here. Curiousity?" I sat back, looking at the young woman, almost trembling in her nervous state. No, not curiosity I thought, she didnt have that look of aching to join something, she was here for another reason. I saw the waiter out of the corner of My eye approach, I flashed a smile at him as he set the drinks on the table, snapped my fingers and pointed for him to kneel there until i needed him or decided I wanted him to leave.
"A bet?" I asked ... Att he jerk of her head and the flash of fear in her eyes I laughed out right. "Ah yes, a bet of some sort. What is it you get if you go through with wahtever it is you are supposed to do?"
In one hand i had my non-alcholic drink, the other was absently sliding through the waiter/slaves hair that knelt at my feet.
She seemed to be appraising me, reading my thoughts, my very emotions as she casually leaned back in her chair, wanting to know what had brought me to this place, I was still lost in the sound of her voice, the way her curves filled out her clothes..
"A bet?", she asked. My head jerked back, my eyes widening, flashing with fear...how did she know? She proceeded to ask me what I would get. Once again, I struggled to find my voice.
I noticed that she had made the waiter kneel at her side, and she was absent-mindedly ruffling his hair as she waited for my answer. "I..I get to make the Cheerleading Squad at my High School," I managed to get out, nervously glancing into her eyes. "And then...then I would be popular," a timid smile crossing my face. "I've um..never been popular before," I finish in a whisper, my shyness resurfacing.
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I frowned at this lovely young woman and her answer. A bit surprised also to realize how young she was.
"Cheerleading squad? Popular?" I leaned forward in my seat, taking her face in my hand. "You are beautiful child, why would you want to try and impress a bunch of over-sexed boys and girls? And just what is that you have to do, to get on the squad?"
I watched as she leaned forward in her seat, and then felt her soft hands holding my face. I know that I blushed when she told me that I was beautiful.
"I guess...well, I guess I just want to feel important, to feel that I belong to something," I said, my eyes gazing into hers.
"As for what I have to do...," my voice trailed off. "God, this is really, really embarrasing," I said, my cheeks flushing even more.
I smiled softly, letting the reason behind her actions go for now. Zeroing in on her embarassment I smiled slowly. Ah sweetheart. You must say what it is you must do before it can happen, so please .... unburden yourself.
I'm sure she could feel the trembling of my body as she gently held my chin in her hand. I tried to look bravely into her eyes.
"Well, Um..I have to come here..and um...you know..hook up with someone. And she has to...um..use one of those..um strap-on things you know..and I have to have pictures to prove I did it," I finish in a breathless rush of breath.
I tried to read her eyes...did she even want me? Was I being stupid? I wished that my cheeks would stop burning so red.
"A strap-on hmmm? Let me be frank dear, have you had intercourse? anal intercourse?"
I was upset, not with this girl , but the way people were forcing her to do this, enter into something she had no idea of, the girl is lucky I found her first, Though I am strict and hard, I am much more gentle than most.
I motioned for the slave at me feet to go get me a strap-on, I knew the girl was a bit shocked. I handed it to her and told her to feel the fake cock that she was here for someone to put in her, for the first time.
"Tell me, was it specified where you were to be fucked with this thing?"
I watched as she slide the strap-on across the table to me, and told me to feel it.
I unclasped my hands, and took the black, molded plastic cock and held it up. It was big, but at least it didn't seem HUGE. I examined the leather straps, seeing how it would fit onto another person. I tried wrapping my small hand around it.
I felt a tingle of pleasure run straight between my legs when I heard her speak...just the way she used the word, "fucked", caused me to tremble with nervous excitment.
Still holding onto the fake cock, I looked back across the table to her, my heart hammering in my chest.."E-everywhere," I stammered.
I smiled inwardly, the girl was excited as she examined the toy. My ears perked. Everywhere, I thought. These kids were wicked. The strap-on was one of my favorite toys. I was going to enjoy this, yet I had not decided to follow through. Her reasons for being here grated against my sense of right and wrong. I took my role as a dominant seriously.
I leaned back in my seat, letting the girl keep the strap-on. I spoke softly, but there was no doubt how serious I was.
"I want you, I want to take you, I want to make you do as I want. But I won't be a part of this silly bet, It's childish and I stopped participating in childish things when I was a child. Do you understand?"
I watched as this beautiful woman leaned back in her chair, her eyes penetrating me, examing me...I could tell she was trying to make up her mind about some matter.
When she spoke, her voice was soft, but very serious, and I listened intently, fidgeting with the strap-on in my hands.
I gulped, and swallowed as I listened. Suddenly this was no longer about a hazing ritual, it was no longer about making the Cheerleading Squad, or even being popular.
I found myself wanting to please this woman desperately. The fact that she wanted me made me feel things I had never felt before, and I wanted her to be pleased with me and not to think I was childish.
I was pleased with her answer, but not surprised. I could see the want in her eyes. I smiled slowly and stood.
"Good," I said, "Then come back, next weekend. Think about it this week, really think about it, if you still want it, come back, I will be here." I left her there at the table, dumbfounded, the slave that had been kneeling before me following behind like a faithful slave, I dissappeared behind a door, I watched from upstairs to see if she stayed and tried to complete the hazing ritual or if she left ....
I didn't understand...I sat there confused as she stood up and left the table, the waiter trailing after her. It had taken all my courage to even come to this club to fulfill the paramaters of the Hazing Ritual...and now she had left.
I sat for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts, wondering if I should just find someone else. But then I remembered her eyes...those oh so beautiful eyes...and her voice..and the way she had said that she wanted me.
I got up from my table, and made my way to the coat room to gather my trenchcoat...it would be a long week of waiting, but I would be back.
It was a long week for both of us. I hadn't wanted to leave her that night, but I had to be sure she was serious.
Friday took a long time coming, and I seriously needed the break from a stressful week.
I dressed to the nines again. This time wearing red leather. A short tight mini skirt and a skimpy halter top, black fishnet stockings and 6inch stiletto heels. My eyes were outlined in black, emphasizing the startling gree of them. My lips a deep blood red, my nails the same color. I walked into the bar with confidence, at My feet, the slave from the week before carrying my bag-o-tricks. My eyes scanned the dim interior, there was quite a turn out tonight. Good. They were going to get a great show.
I moved to a corner table, hidden in shadows. She couldnt see me when she entered, but I could see her. I was curious to see what she chose to wear this night ... costume was important .... for the show ...
The week had seemed impossibly long, but Friday was here, and I had decided to go through with it.
I had no idea what she would expect of me as far as clothing, so I decided to wear the outfit that I had worn before. I showered, making sure that I was squeaky clean, and that I was freshly shaven...everywhere.
I went to my dresser and removed a pair of silky white thong panties and slipped them up around my hips. I then went to the closet and produced the clothes that hadn't been worn since last week. A very short white latex skirt, a matching white latex bra, and a white leather collar with a silver hoop in front slipped around my slim throat.
I then sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled on the white latex thigh-high boots with the 5 inch stilletto heels.
I got up and walked to the mirror, examing myself, trying to make everything perfect. I applied some dark mascara and just a touch of soft pink lipstick. I left my curly strawberry blond hair to fall down loosely around my shoulders.
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Arriving at the club, I walked in and dropped my coat off at the coat room. It seemed busier tonight, lots of people here, and I could tell that many of them had eyes on me. I swallowed nervously and made my way into the main area of the club...my eyes scanning the room half hoping/half fearing to find the woman that I had spoken with a week earlier...
I saw her enter, she looked gorgeous. Just has I had hoped, she wore the same outfit. I sat watching her a moment, smiling as she went to the same table. I motioned for one of the waiters to bring her to me.
As she approached I was again struck by her innocent beauty. I didn't speak until the waiter had left.
"Welcome again little one, I'm glad you decided to come. Tell me, did you think about this night? What is it you expect to happen, what do you want to happen?"
No sooner had I sat down at the same table when a waiter arrived and directed me to where the woman was seated.
As I approached, I could feel the hot flush rising to my cheeks again, but I still managed a weak, shy smile.
"Hi," I said softly. She seemed pleased to see me again, but I couldn't be entirely sure.
Had I thought about this night? she had asked me. I hadn't thought of anything else all week. I looked into her beautiful green eyes. "Yes...I mean..I've thought about it alot. I um..I'm not sure really what to expect..but I want to do it," I rushed through the last part, desperate to let her know that I really wanted to please her and learn everything that she wanted to teach me, despite how awkward I felt at not knowing anything about her plans.
I clasped my hands tightly together in front of me, and waited for her response.
"You understand tonight, you exist for my pleasure. Nothing will happen that I dont want to happen. Unless you feel you can not perform what I ask of you. Then I want you to give me a word ... a safeword. Then everythign will stop, and you can go home. Do you understand?"