The Pink Market

[blackrayne]

Welcome, let your fantasies loose and leave inhibitions at the door. Here at The Pink Market we specialize in fulfilling all of your desires. I am your host Lady Rayne, and this will be your playground.

Tell me all of your hidden wants and needs. Nothing is taboo here. I am always looking to expand my clientèle and my doors are always open to anyone willing to cum


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[dale124]

((OOC: I don't know if you were wanting a PM first or not. If so, I can delete this if you were looking for something else.))

David Rhodes played on the university's football team. Which should have made him a babe-magnet, if it weren't for the fact that he was the kicker. He was a good consistent kicker who didn't miss anything within 40 yards. But he was still just the kicker. Which meant he was only tolerated by the more glamorous members of the team. A gangley 6ft, with dark hair and thick glasses, he was an awkward geek around women. His saving grace among his teammates was a 4 point GPA. When other players were having troubles with their classes (and they couldn't find a babe for a tutor), they turned to him for help. After awhile, the players tolerance for him developed into a bit of fondness, like one would have towards a smaller brother that you feel you have to help along in life. That's why at some point, the quarterback, Alex Manning, decided that David needed to be deflowered.

When David was not on the football field, in class, or in his room at the dorm, he was in the library. Usually in the basement with the rare books, a part of the library that no one else bothered to go to. Once he started reading a book, he tended to tune out everything around him, much like he did with the crowds when kicking a field goal. So that night, he was oblivious to the presence of others in the library basement until he was grabbed and the lights went out. The lights went out for two reasons. First, someone actually turned the lights out. Secondly, as one pair of hands forced a cloth in his mouth and gagged him, another pulled a hood over his head. Then other hands tied his wrists and elbows. Big hands and big bodies, which David figured were his teammates doing some kind of initiation. If he fought them and got injured, the team had no decent backup kicker. And the coach would be pissed off at everyone. So David decided to go along with the initiation, certain that none of them would do him any real harm.

They hustled him out a basement door and to a car, sandwiching him between a couple of wide bodies. Every mumbled protest by him was met with snickers, as they drove around for awhile, finally stopping in a very quiet part of town, judging from the lack of traffic noise. Hoisting him out of the car, they marched him up a sidewalk and into a house. As his teammates were removing the hood, gag and ropes, David glared at Alex, the apparent ringleader of tonight's kidnapping.

"Hey David, I'm sorry about this, but you've spending waaaaaaaay too much time in that tomb known as the Rare Books section of the library."

Alex spun David around and draped his arm over his shoulder as Lady Rayne made her introduction.

"My lady," he said with a bow of respect, as if he already knew her. "My friend here doesn't know what he wants or needs. But I suspect you can help him find those wants and needs. Perhaps give him a tour and watch to see what strikes his fancy. And if he can't make up his mind, then decide for him. Just as long as he's still able to walk and kick a football next Friday. I'm paying, so money is no object. Please, my lady. This poor boy needs help."

Alex was from a wealthy family, so when he said, "money is no object", David got nervous. He noticed the other players slipping away out the front door as Alex was speaking. Then Alex leaned into him and said "Have fun, kid." And then promptly exited as well, leaving David stranded in the front entryway of the Pink Market. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him.

 

[blackrayne]

"My, my, your friend has such good manners. I hope you do as well." Lady Rayne turned and motioned for him to follow her. The young man was very handsome, she always did have a soft spot for the nerdy guys. If he can't decide for himself, I'll persuade him to choose me They walked through a curtained doorway and into the ordering room. To the right there was a small bar, behind was a glass room with a topless dancer inside.

“I will let the ladies know a special guest has arrived. I could get you a drink if you are feeling a bit nervous?” Lady Rayne circled around him, when she was standing behind him she gently placed her hands on the young mans shoulders. Leaning into him, she pressed her breasts into him. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” Just then a door upstairs opened and three beautiful women started down the stairs. Lady Rayne leaned in close, pushing her breasts further into his back. “I want to please you in every way I can.” Stepping back from him, she turned to the ladies.

The first of the three was a tall and slender blond. Her eyes were a piercing blue. She was wearing a white camisole with matching thong and strappy heels. Lady Rayne stood with her arm wrapped around his shoulders. “This is Svetlana, she is Russian, and loves American athletes. She can be a tad submissive, so she needs a man who will take charge of her body”

The next woman was much shorter that Svetlana, even in heels. She wore her long black hair loose behind her, her face telling of her Asian decent. Soft pouty lips showed a seductive smile. “This lovely peach is Kianya. She loves to put things in her mouth.” As she said that she used her left hand to graze the hard lump in his pants.

“This last beauty is a little on the wild side.” Her shoulder lenght brown hair was curly and framed her face. “She enjoys dominating her lovers, forcing them to do degrading acts to please her.” She wore a red lace matching bra and panty set with black leather boots.

“Any of these ladies would be more than happy for fulfill any and all of your desires, all you need do is ask.”

 

[dale124]

Damn Alex, David thought to himself. Why couldn't he just leave well-enough alone. He knew that David was not good with women. In an ironic pairing Alex and David had become friends. The popular quarterback and the seldom noticed field goal kicker. And in a moment of weakness, David had admitted his disasters in dating. How he managed to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing with every woman he'd ever been with. He confided that, for him, the perfect date would probably be one that took all the decisions out of his hands and left them in the hands of his date. No more awkward comments that could be taken the wrong way, because he wouldn't be allowed to speak. No more clumsy moves that would end up being painful rather than pleasurable for her, because she'd be making all the moves. He wondered at the time why Alex gave him such a strange look. Was this what Alex was planning, even back then?

For a moment, David considered fleeing out the door. But his feet were rooted in place, as he looked at the beautiful Lady Rayne. And when she beckoned, he couldn't help following her. Her outfit looked somewhat intimidating, but it was offset by the soft purr of her voice. A calming voice at a time when his heart was racing in his chest. There was no question that she had a way of putting him at ease. But everything was moving so quickly, he couldn't catch his breath. She asked him if he wanted a drink, but before his dry mouth could answer, her seductive body was up against his back and three beautiful women were coming down the stairs. Yes, she knew how to put him at ease, but she also knew how to overwhelm his senses.

As Lady Rayne described each girl, David tried hard to concentrate on her words instead of on her. Hard to do with her arm draped over his shoulder. Svetlana was tall and beautiful. But a submissive? Someone who would be deferring to his awkward style of lovemaking? Probably not a good idea. Kianya was very pretty, but so short. At 6ft, he was no giant, but David would hope for someone closer to his height. The third girl, who's name he noticed was not mentioned was a dominant, which meant she would take charge and save him from himself. But the words "wild side" and "degrading acts" gave him pause. However, the words "please her", struck a note. What he needed was a woman who would take charge and dominate him, but rather than degrade him, would teach him how to please her. And standing there breathing in the intoxicating scent of her and her leather, there was only one choice for David.

David's voice was trembling, as he made his request. "Would it be presumptuous of me to ask for you, Lady Rayne. I need a woman to dominate me, but more importantly, I need a woman to teach me to please her. And something tells me that, if I can please you, I can please any woman."

 

[blackrayne]

She could sense his nervousness, and it exhilarated her. David was young and inexperienced, eager to learn. It had been a long while since a man was this excited and nervous about being here. Lady Rayne had grown so tired of the men who came to her palace. Those men knew what they wanted, and rarely wanted to explore and have an adventure.

When David requested her company, she was taken aback. A tingle traveled down her spine, leading into a twitch in her panties. She was so used to the roll of madam, it was rare that she was asked. Not that she was on the menu anyways. However the second she pressed her body against his back, she knew she would give herself to him if he asked. And now he had asked, and she was delighted.

She nodded to the women, “well now, your presence is no longer required.” giving them a wink, they turned and walked back up the stairs. Then her attention turned to David. She circled him and stared into his eyes. Lifting a hand to his face she gently his hair to the back of his neck. Leaning in she whispered into his ear, “We are going to have a lot of fun, I have a special room to show you.” Before she pulled away she licked the outside of his ear lobe, very slowly.

As she turned away, she remembered she did offer her guest a drink. She was a good hostess, and right now she could use a drink as well. Despite the fact she was very sexually experienced, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. The idea of teaching a young man how to please a woman, was turning her on so much.

“I'm sorry I offered you a drink, and I think we could both use one. Anything you want I can get for you.”

 

[Lassard]

What I'm looking for in the market place...

Black Rayne... I hope you can help me...

My character is a physician. Married. In his 30's. He's attractive but not model-like. The female character could be a co-worker. Perhaps a nurse or someone else who though is professional, and seems like a normal, fun loving person outwardly, actually has some strong, deep desires, coupled with some pathologic tendencies.

She ends up really liking my character, and becoming fixated on him. In the beginning it is just flirting, and he doesn't mind flirting because which married guy at work doesn't? She too thinks it's just flirting but her main, somewhat sociopathic issue is that she doesn't have a problem crossing any boundaries to get what she wants. She has normal emotions and is not "crazy" per se, she just doesn't see any problem with crossing moral lines to get what she wants.

So she starts coming on to him stronger.

Because he is attracted to her also, he initially is ok with it, but when she starts trying to touch him/become more physical, he becomes cautious and withdrawn.

He wouldn't mind a one night stand, but he knows it's wrong and he doesn't want to cheat.

But her desire for him increases and when she confronts him and he turns her away she is furious. So she crosses the next boundary and essentially turns to crime. She hires men to kidnap him and bring him to her home. The men have no part in the story other than this. He responds as a kidnapped man would. But he is tied down and his body is manipulated. She uses him to pleasure herself and it becomes a psychological game. He is fighting the pleasure he cannot help but feel with what she does to him even though he wants to and knows he should hate it. And he does hate it initially.

But this simply makes her more determined and she then decides that it is not good enough that she has him as a physical captive. She wants to manipulate him into her slave. Break him. Make him her psychological captive.
She actually continues to work during this time. She answers the police's questions calmly when the search for this missing doctor starts. The cops getting on her trail at some point could be used as a plot thickener for later. But if they find him, by that time he is either already broken in to being her willing slave and has lost desire for his previous life, OR is at a point where he has to make the choice between freedom vs slavery to her. For him to have gotten to this point would mean some pretty creative psychological manipulation - my character, who is not unintelligent, also tries his fare share of manipulation and trickery through his conversations with his captor, but she ultimately wins out.

 

[blackrayne]

I am more interested in continuing playing Lady Rayne. Sorry, but I going for more of a brothel type scenario.

 

[dale124]

David's first instinct was to ask for water, so that he could keep his wits about him. But that was playing too safe. This was a night to give over control to someone else. "I'll have whatever you choose, Lady Rayne," he said with trembling voice.

He watched her head over to the bar, her hips softly swaying as she moved, like a jungle cat. Others might question him giving over control for the night, but it seemed logical to David. Most men who came to see Lady Rayne had their own desires and needs in mind. Not the desires and needs of the woman they were with. Was Svetlana really a submissive, or only playing the role that clients expected of her? Likewise, was the dominant girl really dominant, or just playing the role clients expected of her? As Alex had so bluntly put it, David didn't know what he wanted or needed. But even if he did, would satisfying those needs here make him any more successful with the coeds at the university? Probably not. He needed to learn to satisfy their needs, not his. Lady Rayne might have more exotic needs than the average college coed. But surely most her needs would be like most women. Perhaps she had different ways of getting men to provide for those needs as well. But that was the adventure of tonight.

As he watched Lady Rayne return with her drink and his, he realized that she wasn't a big woman, but one who moved with a grace and confidence, that exuded power nonetheless. He wondered how many other men had fallen in love with her at first sight. She was way out of his league, so perhaps it was appropriate for her to be in control, since he wouldn't know where to begin with a woman like her.

 

[Zaloc]

Leon Jarund was a young man of 22 and an avid practitioner of martial arts. He stood at five feet and eight inches, with red hair trimmed short to keep it out of the way. Green eyes examined his surroundings keeping an eye out for any possible threats.

This martial artist was honest to a fault and hard to dissuade when he had made up his mind. That being said he was rather gullible and is somewhat too trusting. One of the other martial artists that he was training with suggested that he visit the Pink Market to go and relax. Assuring Leon that it would be foolish not to visit such a fine establishment. After all they'd be leaving eventually once the next tournament was over. Believing that his friend wasn't getting him into too much trouble Leon set forth to find this place.

Leon appeared at the doors of the Pink Market and stepped inside. Stopping just inside the door to look around the place he eventually called out.

"Uhm, hello? This is the Pink Market yes?"

Not wanting to go wandering off and step on the owner's toes Leon walked around the lobby examining the place more closely.

 

[blackrayne]

Lady Rayne took David's free hand in hers and lead him through the doorway. His hand trembled, so she tightened her grip. The room she reserved strictly for her relaxation was decorated lavishly. Deep colors on the walls, a slight scent of peaches. Furnished with a large exotic wood desk, a plush couch, and a seating area. The couch seated in front of a fireplace. The warmth from the hearth paired with the crackle of the wood gave the room a very cozy relaxing feeling.

Turning around to face her guest, smiling at him. “I want you to be comfortable with me. My body won't respond to your touch unless you're comfortable with what your doing.” Guiding him to the couch and motioning him to sit down. Looking down at him she gently caressed his cheek, running her thumb across his lips. She bent down to kiss him, softy at first, then pushing her tongue between his lips. A soft moan escaped her mouth and entered his.

Taking a seat beside him her thighs pressed against his. It was quite obvious he was aroused, and the size of what she saw was a turn on for her. Lady Rayne slowly leaned back, arching her back and forcing his attention to her bust. Just then she raised her left leg and threw it across their laps, she could feel the pressure of him on her calf. “Do you think you could help me out with the zipper on my boot?” she asked in the most innocent voice.

 

[dale124]

The drink had a bite to it when it went down. At least for a moment, it seemed to sharpen David's senses. Causing him to notice everything around him. Like the firm grip of Lady Rayne's hand when his started to shake, as if to reassure him. The room she took him to, was not what he had expected. But then, neither was she.

Perhaps he'd seen too many versions of the hard-hearted dominatrix on TV and in movies. The only thing Lady Rayne had in common with the Hollywood image was her outfit. She was patient and gentle with him. The way she stroked his cheek and his lips and the way she kissed him had a certain possessive quality about them. Yet still a certain tenderness he wouldn't have expected from someone like her. A kiss that possessed, but didn't overwhelm. Her lips tasted of something sweet and exotic. A taste he would remember the rest of his life.

But what really overwhelmed his senses was the warmth and scent of her body as she sat next to him. He could feel his manhood rise just from the closeness of her to him. Which David found a bit embarrassing, but Lady Rayne seemed to take in stride. In fact, she leaned back as if to show off her breasts in reply. Then she threw a boot over his lap, lightly rubbing against his crotch in the process. A soft moan escaped his lips in response.

“Do you think you could help me out with the zipper on my boot?”

"Yes, Lady Rayne," he replied with a tremble to his voice, as his fingers fumbled with the zipper. Was the title the correct one to address her by, he wondered? Once again, unlike the Hollywood movies, she'd never commanded him to call her "Mistress" or "Goddess" or any other grandiose title. So Lady Rayne it would remain until she told him otherwise.

Unzipping the boot, David found it a bit of a struggle removing the boot. But it was worth it. Such a delicate foot and a lovely leg. Perhaps as the kicker of the football team, he had a special appreciation for a nicely turned ankle and developed calves. He gently stroked Lady Rayne's leg, wondering what he should do next. There were several things he was tempted to do, but decided to wait for permission.

 

[blackrayne]

“You may call me Mistress, but dont worry, I wont be too hard on you.” Watching him struggle with her boot was satisfying. What an obedient young man he was. So eager to do what he was told. Under her boot she wore black silk stockings, her toes painted a lovely shade of pink. Once her boot was off and his hands were free to roam, his touch changed. Before he was fumbling and unsure, but now he held and caressed her leg as if he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it. It intrigued her greatly. It just so happen that she loved a man's hands on her legs.

“I don't usually bring clients into this room. But this isn't exactly a normal session, and I'm going to treat you like more than just a client.” she raised her hand to his head, and started to run her fingers through his hair. She pulled her bootless leg away, switching it with the other. “This is about more than just pleasure for you, am I right? You're here to learn what it takes to please a woman.” She leaned in closer to him and kissed his ear. Her voice extra breathy as she whispered into his ear, “Right now what would please me is to hear about your desires. What have you thought about doing to me? Cause I have definitely thought about things I would enjoy doing to you.”

 

[dale124]

When Mistress replaced one leg with the other, David unzipped that boot and eased it off her foot. And then held her foot tenderly in his hands. The word "foot fetish" had never entered into his vocabulary. But he knew what he wanted to do, even if he didn't know there was a name for it.

"Mistress, you need not worry about being "too hard" on me. I want you to push my limits. But only if it pleases you." He paused for a moment, before telling her his desire. "And if it pleases you, I would like to remove your stockings and lick your feet." He wanted to do more than that, but it was a start.

 

[Zaloc]

Having done his exploring, the young man decided that he shouldn't let himself idle too much. Picking a spot he started to work on his stretching. It took him a while to find this establishment so it seemed foolish to turn around and just leave. He made use of the furniture to help himself get the most out of his impromptu exercise. Propping a leg up on a chair to get started.

After a short while he started to get a lot more curious about this place.

"I wonder how much business they get."

He vaulted up and took a seat on the counter to see if he could spot an open appointment book. Or anything else he could find that would tell him more about this place he'd wandered into.