The Lounge

[intriguess]

She'd heard of the place from various channels, and figured it must be mainly rumor. Certainly a place so secretive, sexual, and secure, couldn't possible exist in anything other than someone's twisted imagination.

She expected nothing when she went, and upon arriving was surprised the place actually existed. A naked, obviously submissive, male escorted her to what he termed the costume room. My own belongings would be stored for security reasons, a tab would be established for me, and an ID, which I was required to have on me at all times. I glanced at the ID, it listed a number and stated my sexual preferences as unknown. It seemed a bit odd, but the man explained that I could add whatever I wished to it and it could be altered at any time and that until I provided proof of health I was restricted from sexual intercourse.

"Wear anything you like, everything is cleaned daily."

She selected a pair of violet panties and felt fortunate that there was a matching bra in her size. She noticed all the collars and deciding that wasn't to her taste picked out a velvet dress that was midnight blue that covered her bra, just barely, with two slits on sides to reveal her legs. She found a nice pair of black heels and slipped them on. She clipped her ID on a bracelet and left the room.

The same man was there and he escorted her to the common room.

It was better lit than she expected, and looked more normal than she thought. Their was tables, booths, a bar, a stage area, and private rooms on the upper balcony area. It was cleaner than she expected, and she moved to the bar, deciding to get a drink.

 

[intriguess]

Going to give this one bump, I expected this to be a rather generic meet and greet type thing where people could interact without having to commit to a full thread.

So stop by have a drink, let loose your inhibitions, and have fun.




The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed for being so sexually charged. She opted to talk a little with the bartender who was a fount of information, he knew who was big, long, amazing stamina, perverse, D/s, and anything else she might want to know before approaching someone. He also gave her tips on what to include in her preferences to get what she wanted without being too restrictive.

 

[Otto26]

Michael smiled at the nice young woman and thanked her for her assistance. He surveyed the room for a moment, looking for anyone he knew. When his search proved fruitless he walked over to the bar. Richard was talking to a lovely woman in blue that Michael didn't know. Granted this was only his third time here, but he was certain he would have remembered this woman. She looked elegant and he suddenly felt under-dressed in blue jeans and a sport coat.

He caught Richard's eye and the bartender politely broke off his conversation to take his order.

"A bourbon on the rocks, Richard," he ordered.

"Yes sir," Richard replied. "Heaven Hill okay?"

Michael nodded. "And give the devil in blue anything she likes, please."

Richard smiled at him as he placed the glass onto a napkin. "Getting comfortable enough to start stepping out?"

Michael chuckled. "Can't meet interesting new people sitting alone at home, Richard."

He took a sip of the drink and smiled again. "This is nice. Thank you."

 

[intriguess]

She'd thought the bartenders name of Dick was amusing, even as another patron called him Richard. Kelly had finished her first drink by the time he arrived and was debating her sexual preferences when the bartender put another drink in front of her.

"One screaming orgasm," he stated with a straight face and a smile, "from the gentleman." He gestured at which man he meant, and she thought it slightly odd to call anyone here a gentlemen. She wondered if that implied that he was gentle in all ways. Or a more aristocratic sense that he preffered being in charge.

Both thoughts were appealing and she smiled, slowly licked her lips, lifted the glass, nodded at the man, and sipped slowly. She lowered the glass and licked her lips again, "It's perfect. Give the gentleman my thanks."

 

[Otto26]

Michael watched as the bartender added ingredients to the glass and then laughed as he recognized the drink. He picked up his own drink and walked down the bar. As he passed Richard he waggled his finger admonishingly at him.

"You're an imp, Richard," he called out in passing. The bartender merely grinned and shrugged as if to say 'You knew that.'

He stopped next to the vision in blue and smiled at her.

"As a rule of thumb I introduce myself to women before giving them one of those. Better late than never, though. I'm Michael," he said.

 

[intriguess]

"Kelly, and I had actually was telling Dick here that I'd always wanted to try one of these out." She took another slow sip, letting the heat flow down her throat and heat her body. "I'm not much of a screamer," she said with an impish smile.

"How about you? been around long?" she noticed the ID, but didn't want to be so obvious as to try and read it.

 

[Otto26]

Michael looked her over once. Taking his time he followed the line of her body up from the shapely ankles past the thigh peeking from the slit of her dress up past the low cut dress and ending at that mischievious smile.

'You may not scream,' he thought, 'but your body certainly does.'

He tapped the ID clipped to the lapel of his jacket.

"Long enough to be cleared by medical and have the words Heterosexual and Dominant added to my ID. Not long enough to be in the flagrantly exhibitionist stage."

He gestured with his chin at a nearby table where a woman wearing knee high leather boots and silk gloves up to her shoulders, and nothing else, had her badge clipped to a nipple ring. She was talking boisterously to a man in a tuxedo and leather face mask.

Michael took a sip of his bourbon and chuckled.

"I thought I'd been around the block until I came here and realized what a babe in the woods I am," he confessed. He pointed at her badge.

"No medical clearance and no preferences. Is this your first time?"

 

[intriguess]

"Does that make me a virgin?" she teased, sipping at the drink. "I'd heard about the place and eventually got up the nerve to stop in. Work is not a place I'd want my preferences known, and it seems that I spend most of my time there. Even when I do go out my occupation can be a hindrance." She opted not to tell him what her preferences or her occupation was, at least not yet. "So Dominant, are you a strict or gentle master?"

He seemed amazingly normal, of course she realized that sexual deviancy now was limited to the illegal which covered more than it really needed to even as it didn't quite capture all. Then again this place was about choice, and to her mind most crimes were about force, that the victim had no choice.

She quickly diverted her mind to more pleasant thoughts, such as exactly how one got cleared by medical and if that process was as pleasant as she imagined.

 

[Otto26]

"Both," Michael responded. "Perhaps you meant 'harsh or gentle'? In which case my answer would be gentle."

Michael gestured, taking in the room and the wide variety of inhabitants. "Everyone is different and their preferences, while broadly similar, differ in detail. I am a product of our era. I like women. I also like having them respond to my commands. But I don't delude myself into believing that my power derives from some right. Power is voluntarily surrendered into trust. So I use the power I am entrusted with without abusing that gift."

He took another sip of his drink and thought for a moment.

"My... personal style, is colored by this. A submissive is a person and my partner for so long as we are playing. So my actions will always be rooted in a respect and care for my partner. Which makes me look like a very gentle dominant to most observers; weak, even. And, of course, you don't see 'sadist' or 'rapist' on my ID. I use very mild pain as a counterpoint to pleasure or as a reminder of who is in control. I use a little more pain as a corrective tool, upon occasion. But I never use serious pain. Or humiliation, for that matter. People tend to interpret that as weakness. But I'm excited by control, not abuse. So I am both strict and gentle. More the latter than the former, to be honest."

He smiled, inclined his head, and took another drink.

"Which is how I came to be here, pontificating to a lovely woman. And you? What's your personal style?" he inquired.

 

[intriguess]

"Well I understand both sides of that coin, I've enjoyed certain aspects of that. I suppose that as a submissive I tend to be of the mind that one only obeys orders that one wishes to, and that a truly talented master would only push me to my limits, not try to break me." She smiled and continued sipping her drink, "As a Dominate I tend towards the same philosophy, pushing people to their sexual limits."

She took another long drink, "I suppose that being a S/switch makes me look wishy washy, but I know what I want and I know how to get it on most any given day."

 

[Otto26]

He nodded in understanding. "I've heard that 'wishy-washy' opinion bandied about. I don't give it much credence, myself. To tell the truth, I envy you a little. How many insights you must gain from playing both sides of the game. Submission... well it just doesn't work for me. Like eating fish," he confided. "I've tried every kind of seafood I can find and, with the exception of shrimp, I can't stand any of it. All the experiences I must be missing out on."

He shrugged, a spare gesture that attempted to convey the idea that sometimes things just were.

"Have you explored the facilities yet?" he asked.

"They really are," he smiled, "memorable. And varied. I haven't seen everything yet."

 

[intriguess]

"I've been soaking up the local atmosphere. Seeing that it's only my first time, I did not want to tease myself with options that I would be unable to partake in." Insight, she certainly knew what he meant, while she was no mind reader she was rather good at sensing hidden sexual desires. "As for fish, everyone has something they don't care to experience, or can't as the cause may be. Most people tend to the "I can't miss what I've never had and therefore long for" attitude." She polished off her drink, "It's interesting you count unpleasant experiences as something worth having."

 

[Otto26]

He shrugged again. "Experiences are worth having. Mostly I regret not being able to appreciate, or even tolerate, some experiences. I strongly dislike being limited. Something of a circular problem, perhaps."

He glanced around the room, taking in the momentary tableaus in the pools of light and the strong suggestions of movement in the far more prevelant dusk. At least half of the activity fell into the category of 'un-appealing'.

"I suppose I wouldn't be who I am if I didn't have strongly held views. Now you," he said, "are interesting. Most of the submissives I have met who selectively obey are fishing for punishment. But I don't get that sense from you. It seems as if you've had some bad experiences with dominants that don't respect limits. Or am I lacking insight?" he smiled.

 

[intriguess]

"It's more of a case that I'm not a fan of pain, and it seems that more often that not Dominant's are." She had a wry smile on her face as if reflecting on many past experiences. "Then of course as a Dominant I'm not a pain giver either, though I know a few ways to deal out exquisite torture. That's undoubtedly a whole nother topic though."

She smiled at him, he was interesting, not the typical 'take' type. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she wanted to know more, and considering the locale she felt realitively safe to explore such a friendship.

 

[Otto26]

He was, not stunned, but definitely taken aback. 'An honest to God submissive with no taste for pain? What have I done right?'

"That makes you a rare and estimable gem, in my opinion. Inflicting pain is something I have always had to stretch for. If I had a dollar for every submissive who told me I just didn't beat them enough..." he chuckled. ruefully.

"I think I prefer not to think about that. I'm having too much fun to think about unpleasantries."

He took a sip of his drink and pointed at her empy glass. "Would you like another? Or something else?"

 

[InnerKitty]

the Need overtakes me...

"how did I get this address again?, the internet, classified ads? I can't remember. But I am going in."

Kitty stepped up the door and went inside. The naked man came and took her to the clothing room. Gave her and i.d. card and left.
"So many choices..." She was rather overwhelmed by the clothing that surrounded her. "it is all so beautiful....", she said touching a white velvet dress with pearl trim, "and ... uh, interesing" as she sighted a leather strap thing. "I don't have a clue as to how to wear that". She giggled nervously.

She found fishnet stockings in black and a long evening gown in a black shimmery fabric, slit to the waist-on both sides- tight bodice with a low back..perfect. she finished the ensemble with black patten high heel pumps, that rose her 5'4" frame to 5'7", but they were so well made she didn't wobble on them. Black satin gloves finished it.

She'd forgotten something... oooo her I.D. card. that would muss the look...
searching she found a thin but strong gold chain that would just fit around her 'not so thin' waist. she attached the id card to this, positioning it right over one of the skirt slits.

"Now I am ready", she said aloud, mostly to shore up her courage.
She looked at herself in the mirror. There she was, dolled up! She supposed for a 37 year old she looked pretty good. extra padding around the hips, but her ass looked as good as it did 15 years ago. Her chest looked great in this tight bodice, her one beautymark exposed on her bulging left breast. Her midlength brown hair looked touseld and she straighted it a bit... then gave up. "they will get an idea of how I look in the morning!" she laughed at herself. added just a bit more red lipstick to her voulupous lips and walked out to the naked usher... She smiled at him warmly, looking for a little emotional support, "well, here I go..."
And she followed him to the lounge.

 

[InnerKitty]

entering the lounge...

Entering the lounge, she is surprised by how "normal" it seems.
She sees the bar, "that is what I need," she says nervously, "liquid courage." She glances shyly at her nude escort, he smiles warmly, makes a curt bow and ushers her into the room. As he turns to leave, he quietly says, "have a good evening and good luck, you look lovely, you will do fine." He smiles again and turns away, walking purposfully down the hallway. His beautiful body mesmerizing her with its grace a moment, she shakes herself and looks back into the room.
"Oh yes, liquid courage". She adjusts her posture to one of confidence instead of the nervousness she actually feels, head, up, back straight, shoulders back, chest out-of course, arms relaxed at her side. She affixes a casual easy self-assured smile onto her face and slowly makes her way to the bar, taking her time, letting the room get a good look at her curves and the sway as she walks... "you got to move like the waves in the ocean..." she whispers, then smiles to herself thinking she should try someday to remember what movie that was from years ago...

When she finally reaches the bar, she smiles at the barkeeper, and leading with her right hip sits upon the nearest barstool.

"May I get a mudslide please?"

 

[scribe_m]

Garrett makes a quiet joke to himself about the drink, and smiles to her as he mixes it. Vodka... Kahlua... Irish Cream... and a little something special to lower the inhibitions. Cracked ice, shake, and serve in a chilled highball glass. He himself is dressed impeccably, a crisp white shirt stretched over his muscular body. He eyes the beauty in front of him. Her tight bodice outlines her well, and he admits to himself *his* interest in the older woman. "I'm Garrett. I'm one of the bartenders here. Although we pull double duty here." He savored the woman, as she put the drink to her lips. "May I see your ID card? I'd like to see what your interests are so we can be best of service to you."


Scribe.

 

[intriguess]

"It's not often a gal can have two screaming orgasms in such a short period of time," she paused and smiled. Her green eyes caught the bartender, "Hey Dick do you know how to make a "Throw me down and fuck me?" Dick smiled back and with a nod began mixing the drink.

"A friend from Texas, who actually could never say the whole name of the drink, bought me one once and I rather like Southern Comfort in a drink."

She paused, "It's odd that the drink names I like aren't exactly reflective of my own tastes. I don't care for a 'Long slow screw' as a drink, nor do I like 'Hot Sex.' Then again I suppose the name is part of the charm, though ordering a 'Sleazy Bitch' is not something every one can do."

 

[ImNotBarbie03]

Its quite a shock to be greeted by a naked man upon entering, but how can one ever know what to think about entering a place like this -she wonders to herself- He seems not to notice that he's naked as he takes her coat and hands her an ID badge. She's even more shocked at the words that come out of his mouth next than she is by his nakedness "Wear whatever you like, everything is sanitized nightly."
Looking at the wide variety of clothing she has no idea what the 'appropriate' attire for this place is. There are evening gowns, and ripped up jeans, and things she wouldn't even begin to know how to put on. She wonders how this place handles would be theives-- even she is tempted! Out of the corner of her eye she spots the perfect top, a black and white corset top that laces up the front, she searches for bottoms to match -perfect- black pants with slits halfway up the calf made out of some sort of satiny material. And who could forget shoes? If nothing else comes out of the evening at least she'll go home knowing she got to wear stripper shoes around, stiletto sandals with a spike metal heel of at least 5 inches and a clear platform. Standing in front of a full length mirror she's quite pleased with her look, even if the 5 inch shoes do put her at about 6 ft tall.
Now for the hard part, this ID badge. "Name:" She wonders, are you supposed to actually use your own name or make something up. She leaves it blank while she decides. "Gender Preference:" How to explain that one ---married but looking for female friends (my husband doesn't mind) was much too long to put in the space so she skipped that too. "Status" once again, she could simply write married, but then, what did that imply? That she was looking for an affair? That was untrue. That she was looking for someone to take home for a 3-some? Not out of the question; but unlikely. In the end she skipped this blank as well. "Interests:" Once again, no idea what to write.
She realized she was looking at a blank name badge. Frustrated, under name she quickly scrawled "Amy" and under interests wrote "Just Visiting" She clipped the badge to her front right pants pocket and walked into the bar area.
She was stunned by how beautiful and tasteful the decor was, and best of all there were no more *completely* nude people walking around to confuse her.
As she walked up to the bar she tried to think of what to order, something that wouldn't seem to frilly and girly but not a beer, girls who got all dressed up and then ordered a tall bud light seemed somehow contradictory.
"Tequila and lemonade please" she said to the bartender. He looked at her a little funny, but it was what she drank at home. Poor and lazy girls margarita. It was who she was. If people couldn't handle her lack of class with bar drinks they weren't likely to handle her well in general.
She sat at the bar sipping her drink and thought -ok now what?- She fumbled in her purse for a cigarette, Marlboro Lights, good ol' cowboy killers and looked around for someone who might have a light.

 

[InnerKitty]

InnerKitty talks to Garett the 'tender

"Well," she says looking down at her hip, "It really doesn't say anything yet. I forgot to fill it out. I, um... don't really know what to write on it." Looking at the bartenders beautiful chest pressing against the very well fitted shirt.. mmmm.. I wonder what he smells like...., she visibly blushes. "I, uh, don't know ... I mean," she looks at his beautiful eyes (so seductive, I could wake up to those eyes...) for some reason the blush of her face spreads down her throat to include her chest. Quickly she looks down at her glass, "I don't know what to fill in." She smiles shyly at Garett. "I am a little nervous." She takes a long drink emptying her glass. She feels a little woozy, but welcomes the warmth of the liquor. "Might I have another? and do you have any chocolate liqueur- I really like chocolate!" ( she is starting to feel the effects of the first drink). She begins to giggle. "I am sorry, I am nervous, what do most people put on there?"

 

[Otto26]

He laughed. "I never considered the names of drinks as an indicator of personal preferences. I suppose, for a male standpoint, that I would like a buttery nipple or a bald pussy. Truthfully, I've never had either of those. Drinks."

He lifted his drink, "What do you suppose drinking straight bourbon, and only one a night, says about a man?"

 

[scribe_m]

Garett smiled at the winsome lass. Her blushing nervousness and the redness in her cheeks charms him to no end. Of course, how her bodice compliments her fine beautiful figure was not unnoticed by him either. He picked up a pen and placed it in her hand, still holding it.

"You should feel free to tell me what you want. No desire... no fetish... is impossible here." He leaned a little closer, pressing his smooth silken shirt against her backless dress. "Chocolate? Hmm..." It was as if he his breath could be felt in her ear. "I think we can accomodate that," he smiled. He then stood up, and pulled a black cell phone out of his pocket. "Janine? Is the fountain in use?" He made eye contact with Kitty. "Ah, good." Garret returned to the young woman and extended his hand. "Your private room awaits -- unless you would rather join me on stage. I'm so glad our club provided you your clothing. It's all wash and wear."

OOC: Mmm... chocolate fountain...
http://www.adamlyon.com/gallery/v/Vacations/AllenAndAnnasLasVegasWedding/10_G.jpg.html


Scribe.

 

[InnerKitty]

InnerKitty talks to Garett

Garretts hand is warm over hers and the touch of his silk covered chest sends shivers of delight up and down her spine. His breath in her ear and his low toned voice, cause her to momentarily close her eyes in pleasure. "I...I don't know, I kinda want to try new things, mmm, I like men... I like you.. I mean a guy like you... I mean...," she ducks her head as her blush deepens, "you are very, a-atractive." (gods, am I that easy? the hair on the back of my neck is tingling...oh, he smells so good....) Overwhelmed by this gorgeous man being so attentive to her, she blinks her eyes open, looks at him in the face (beautiful eyes....) and stammers..."Private room? Stage? What do you mean about my clothing?" She looks down at her lovely gown, " am I going to get dirty?"

His deep gaze is both alluring and disconcerting, she hasn't had anyone look at her with such concentration is such a very long time.... "M..My name is Kitty." She manages to look him in the eye and for once he sees her true smile. It is framed by full red lips. Her blue silver eyes are filled with hope, shyness and more than a little curosity.

"And yes, I do love chocolate." reaching for her drink without looking she raises the empty glass to her moist red lips. Noticing it is empty she giggles shyly and puts the glass back on the bar, timidly looking up at Garrett. "Um...should I fill the card out first, or wait till later? Would you mind helping me fill it out?"

 

[ImNotBarbie03]

Amy goes exploring

Noticing the matches on the bar she felt a little silly. Everyone knew bars had matches sitting out...
She lit up and took a long draw and looked around. She didn't think she'd ever seen so many attractive people. Did the naked bouncer turn people away if they didn't meet up to standards or something? Looking around a little more she noticed several doorways to the left and the right, a winding staircase going up at least 3 floors and a few hallways branching off the main bar room. Goodness! This place was huge! She finished her cigarette and decided since no one had approached her yet she would go exploring.
She picked a random hallway to the left with doors down each side. She wondered if she was supposed to be here, there didn't seem to be anyone to stop her...
She opened the first door, how very interesting, 2 large stalls with plexiglass walls containing a chair, handcuffs, and a camera. Apparently, this was 'aisle 3' vouyerism and exhibitionism . She left that room and continued on her trip. The next 3 rooms seemed pretty normal to her, they looked like upscale hotel rooms with the addition of an adult toy basket, vibrators, cock rings, tubes or lube and massage oil---fairly run of the mill sex toys.
The next door she opened was pretty interesting, porn played on several large screen televisions and sectional leather sofas were situated all around the room.
The final door she opened was fascinating though, huge glass shower stalls all equipped with movable shower heads, bench seats, waterproof lube and vibrators. This she could have fun with...
Amy stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower, this was possibly the nicest shower she'd ever seen. Jets shooting out from all over...
The only problem Amy could see was that there were no locks on the door and the shower stall was completely glass and see through.
Ah well, the hallway had been completely empty before, she doubted anyone would wander in. She could safely play with the shower head and water vibe.