The Triangle (closed)

[BLACK BART]

OOC: One for my Lasciviously Yours and myself
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-------------By day Ray and Monique were the best of friends, indeed lovers was a description that was accurate, passion that flared for years then suddenly began to wane. Still…time had created a bond that both feared to break, good friends were tough to find, good lovers even more difficult…

Each had gone a different way, turning from passion to something else…each feeling there was a third person in the relationship they clung to so tangibly…Each blaming the other for the unknown discretion, each fearing to face the imagined atrocity of betrayal.-----------

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IC: It was desperation and anger that made the decision for me. Desperation that after a relationship that burned so brightly, passionately...Lasting 5 years...It suddenly cooled...

Cooled, more like Antarctica freeze! Monique and I still went thru the motions, we worked in the same type of business and couldn't avoid seeing each other during the day, couldn't afford to ignore each other, the business demanded that...

What really hurt was the look that now greeted me each night...We had leased apartments opposite each other on the same floor, foolishly for five years...thinking we would never lose what we had between us...and now as I saw the hate and accusation in her face each night as she moved thru her own doorway? It drove me to a crazy decision...and in anger I followed it thru.

I had gone to the club with some of my old college buddies a few times...What went on was intriguing to say the least...and after a few times I had begun to go there alone, always wearing the mask that was the rule...rather than the exception for all the members.

I had run into Monique in the apartments elevator. And rather than talk to me she had turned her back on me.... Shunning my company for the six-flight ride downward. It was the stick that broke my back, rather than spew the angry retort I had ready for her I returned to the club and began searching in earnest for a new partner...One to take my anger and lust out on. One to punish for Monique cheating on me, a fact I was now sure of...though with who was still the mystery...

 

[lasciviously_yours]

There was no doubt that I missed Ray. He was my everything, but I could not deal with the pain of our ending relationship. Seeing him every day, not as a couple, was tearing me up and I quickly took to ignoring him. Not the best plan, I am sure, but I felt like I was incapable of much else. The hole he created, well..I guess we both created, in my life was too gaping and I was feeling very, very incomplete.
I had felt over the years that he was the driving force in our relationship, actually the driving force in me, as well. I know how silly that must sound, but he took care of me and I feel very lost without him.
Ray was wonderful, I mean we had our problems but I wished we could have some of what we had in the past. He really was my strength. But, there was so much anger now. I would see him in the hallway of our apartments; damn our decision to move across from each other, and I could barely look at him. I felt for a long time that he was sleeping around but was never sure. Could never prove anything. I was just so unable to figure out what he needed or wanted. I had tried so very hard to please him, but it seemed like it was never enough.

It did not take me long for the loneliness to sink in. I did not enjoy sleeping alone and craved the touch of someone else. Not to mention that I felt I lacked a great deal of direction in my life without him. Ray gave me a focus, a purpose, and now it was gone.

A friend of mine had told me about the club. A sex club. I was hesitant to go, in fact it took me several weeks before I actually did go, but I was getting so desperate for a touch from someone. I kept telling myself that I was too attractive to sit at home alone. Especially when I began to see Ray going out at all times of the night.

I watched him leave his apartment at close to midnight last night and I could not take it anymore. Just because he did not want me, that did not mean that I was totally off the market. I slipped into the tightest black dress I could find, it hugged my curves perfectly. I left my hair down, soft and long, pulling into tight ringlets of a deep copper color. My make-up was scant, a kohl eyeliner highlighting my ice blue eyes, and a pale shade of brown gloss on my full lips. I took a long look at myself in a full length mirror, the dress hung on my like a second skin, my nipples pushed tight against the fabric. I breathed deeply and was out the door.
I stopped by a local bar for many shots of liquid courage before I made the plunge. I entered through the thick, heavy door and was immediately instructed to put on a hood, I have to assume to provide some anonymity of the other members. Well, hoped that was the case…

 

[BLACK BART]

Ray

I was lucky tonight...The buzz was going around there was a NEW girl in our house tonight, new and extremely good looking. Plus the fact I had drawn the card tonight...The card that gave me first choice in partners...My choice..And as I saw the color of the hair that peeked out beneath the hood, I knew I had to have HER...

The color of her hair was a near perfect match for Monique's...But the way she dressed told me the woman hidden underneath it was not....Could not be, for Monique would never dress so daring...ANd would never come to a place like this, she would condemn it as demented...perverted...

I held the black spaded card up for her to see, then smiled as I saw her ice blue eyes wrinkle in puzzlement....She WAS new...And didn't know what the card meant...And again I granted myself lucky...Her eyes came close to Monique's as well, a fact I would enjoy punishing her for....

"You are new here, so I will be a small bit patient" I boomed at her as I approached her. "I have first choice of partners tonight, And I choose you as MINE, until I am satisfied with you"

It was a huge claim...Not only did I claim her for the night, but placed a claim on her until I was ready to release her, a thing done only rarely in the club.

The sounds of the crowded room hushed as the people near us looked on and I continued.

"I will put my MARK on you and hear you beg for mercy before I'm thru" I promised in the still booming voice. "And once trained I will release you to my friends"

A small applause came to me and I smiled a huge smile as the crowd dispersed and gave us room...

Moving towards the well shaped and sexy figure I smiled at the lack of a bra and her natural features that threatened to poke through...

"Come" I told the unnamed figured and grinned again "I will show you the ropes"

 

[lasciviously_yours]

The voice caught me by surprise and totally off guard. It was strong and powerful, and smacked of a familiarity that I could not put my finger on. Also hooded, he held up a playing card and demanded my attention. I was confused at first, wanting my first time to be one of observation. But as he began to issue commands and force himself closer to me, my initial shock turned into curiosity sprinkled with slight fear. It was exciting to have a crowd gathered watching the interaction between us. Well…not so much interaction as it was a master/slave role unfolding.

Still unsure how I felt about all the attention, I have been described as a shy even meek person, I offered my hand to him which he took abruptly and began to pull me through the now silent crowd.

We entered through a heavy wooden door, with large metal hinges, gothic style and into a large room, the center a giant circular fireplace. The blaze was viewed from every area of the room and the light from the fire as well as what had to be several dozen pillar candles, was the only illumination in the room. I dropped his hand and wandered around the room, letting my senses take in everything. The area smelled of sandalwood and was darkly colored in browns and other earthy tones, the candles gave the room a warm and very inviting. Inviting that was, until you looked at the details of the room. Wrought iron hooks were dotted along the walls and ceiling. Some had chains running through them, others had rope, some connecting to pulleys also in the ceiling. The wooden posts from floor to ceiling were also adorned with iron hooks, most with twisting rope in a heap at the floor. A large four-poster bed was pushed into one corner. Covered in deep purple velvets and draped in silks, the bed sat up higher then normal and was piled high with pillows. Along the far wall hung whips of all lengths, sizes, leather, plastic, cat-o-nine tails and what were, I could only guess, surgical instruments of various kinds. Next to the whips were baskets of blindfolds; silk, leather, cloth, fur-lined. A box of cuffs, metal mostly. A selection of paddles, again wooden, plastic, leather. A small box of nipple clamps (I thought) and clothespins. And lastly, a large box of dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. More sizes and shapes then I ever thought possible.

I felt him come up behind me as my mind was inundated with visions and I found it difficult to suppress a gasp as he roughly grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. My senses were on high alert; curiosity, fear, desire, all wrapped around the feeling that I was somehow getting back at Ray. The electricity in the air was evident as he broke the silence and began to speak.

 

[BLACK BART]

"You dress well, it accents your beauty...rather than detracts from it" A small and honest compliment as I began to walk around her, my eyes soaking in the beauty of her...each tiny detail, each curve and mound....

"But you are over dressed for this room, even for this club..."

I stood behind her, admiring the way the fabric pulled tightly across her buttocks as she turned to face me...The confused look in her face...No not confused, but unsure expression...A reaction to my words and her own feelings....

"You came here of your own free will, did you not?" I asked in a husky voice, the passion for her in it obvious..."To explore a new side of your life...to discover something inside you that you have denied?"

The confusion disappeared as she regarded my hooded face somberly and the words I had questioned her with...Her face turned upwards as she answered with a small, brave smile to her lips.



"Yessssssssss"

The word slid over her lips erotically and I answered with a smile of my own...

"Then remove your dress and wear this instead, it will make what we do together better, easier"

I picked a small leather bottom and top from the wall and offered it to her, holding it at arms reach.... It would be her decision...and fate...

 

[lasciviously_yours]

The sound of his voice was dripping with sensuality and I could already feel the slight quiver between my legs and the goosebumps forming on my skin.

“Shall I leave the hood?” I asked him, my voice barely over a whisper.

“Yes, you must. This is a very structured club and it survives on rules. Especially rules that guard anonymity.” His voice hung like velvet in the still room and again I felt my loins pull.

I took the leather garments from his large hands and turned. Looking for a more private place to change I walked away and found the bathroom. It was just as luxurious as the room was. Decorated in the same color scheme, there were mirrors and candles adorning almost every surface. By far the most inviting feature was the large, spa bathtub, surrounded by mirrored glass. I could only imagine the bodies that have come before me.

I took a long look in one of the mirrors and began to remove my dress, pulling it over my head. Tossing it on the floor, I then removed the hood for a moment. Tossing my long hair out, I looked closer at the leather items he had handed me. The halter was of a corset type, lacing up the front. I put in on my bare skin, the top barely covering my hardening nipples. I pulled the laces tight, pushing my tits higher in the leather. The bottom piece was a very short skirt that hugged my ass tight. Both pieces were dark black, and of extreme high quality kid leather. I picked up the hood from the basin and reluctantly pulled it over my head, once again covering my identity. The lack of a face to reflect upon, was somewhat disconcerting. Especially given the fact that I was about to hand over a large amount of trust to someone that I could not look in the eye.

I slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out. The apprehension sending shivers down my spine.

“I am ready,” I said to him. My voice susurrus and barely audible.

 

[BLACK BART]

The effect was stunning. Gone was the sensuos woman in the shape fitting dress, replaced by the erotic figure of another in the corset and skirt...Gone also was the uncertainty from her face and body as she swayed back into the room, each step forward thrusting her hips and body at me as if saying "Take Me..."

"Very, very nice" I complimented her in a voice gone husky with desire.My eyes went from the swell of her breasts trying to escape the leather to the hood about her face....and felt a twinge of regret...I regretted not being able to take that hood off and to see the expression on her face as I controlled her body...But it was a necessity, to protect the aunomity of each within the walls.

"You now belong to me, to use as I choose...Please me and I pleasure you...Anger me and I return it with pain" I intoned...a rule...the unbroken rule between Master....and Slave....

I moved forward, the lust in my groin urging me to take her now...bend her over and push the skirt up...tear the gstring off she must be wearing and violate her roughly...The images of her moaning as I pounded into her coming so clearly to my mind...

But instead I stopped next to her, my breath coming in large droughts as I smelled her scent of woman and perfume....and ran my hands down her leather and flesh skin....Smiling at the dark aureoles that promised of hard nipples so close to the edge of the leather...

I moved around her, letting my hands trail along her flat stomach, her waist, her taut buttock beneath the smooth and silky leather skirt...and asked her...

"Have you ever dared to give yourself completely to a man...To serve him with abandon...to give into his will and the lust he brings up within you?" I spoke to her ear from behind, brushing her sweet smelling hair aside to let my lips slide along her neck..and smiling as her skin reacted to my touch...

"No" Her answer came softly as she tried to look straight forward "Never"

"You will" I promised, my hand sliding across the front of the skirt and rubbing her mound beneath it "You will"

Her smell...her feel on my hands....and the way she trembled at my touch...they all combined to increase the lust I felt for her to a raging fire...

"I am Master, You are Slave...I will take what I want...You will give what I wish...." I intoned again, reaching over her head and pulling a leather cuff to us, dangling at the end of a blackened chain...

"Put your wrist within the circle and accept your bondage" I invited, my swollen length pressing against her from behind....begging to take her....make her mine...

 

[lasciviously_yours]

With an almost automatic reaction, I raised my hands and placed them in the leather. The booming sound of his voice directing me, seemingly effortlessly, to do something I have never done before. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass as he pulled the cuff down, and my desire was welling within my own body. He trailed his fingers across my upper body as he slowly moved around me and I felt the soft hairs on my skin raise.

Moving his both hands above my head once again, he fastened the silver buckle around both of my wrists, his dark eyes shinning through his hooded face. The cotton lining of my thong was beginning to dampen as the excitement grew in me. It had been quite some time since I felt this much arousal and I was unsure if it was more to due to the unfamiliar circumstances, the complete anonymity, or maybe I was just horny… Whatever the reason I was feeling more alive and for a strange reason, more attractive, then I have in months.

“Tell me,” he began. “Have you been in this situation before?” He repeated.

I had to stifle a bit of an inappropriate laugh before I answered. “Oh, no…nothing like this before. Ever. My last boyfriend was not into anything like this, and frankly, I never would have guessed I would find any sort of pleasure from being tied up.” For the moment my mind was completely focused on the “pleasing” rather then the “anger” portion of his words.

“And are you feeling pleasure?” he asked, again the velvet texture of his voice hung in the scant inches of air between us.

I could barely get my response above a whisper; my breathing was shallow but quickening. “Yes.”

My eyes watched as he rolled the bottom of his hood up and over his lips again, he leaned forward and brushed them against my chest, his hands caressing the sides of my body. I held my breath as his fingers moved slowly downward and eventually wrapped around the hem of the leather skirt. I rubbed my legs together in an effort to create a much needed friction.

“Not yet.” He spoke sternly, as his hands moved quickly to part my legs and prevent the very thing I was trying to achieve.

 

[BLACK BART]

Ray

"Obediance and submission to your master" I riddled as my hand drifted lower, down the soft leather and then under to the silky skin of her trembling thigh.

"Listen to my words and control your body and be rewarded, fail and be punished..." And I intended for her to fail...forcing her to an orgasm and then take my own time and pleasure in punishing her for it.

My hand moved up, rubbing the shaved mound of her sex, already moist from her own arousal...I traced the delicate lines of her vaginal lips, teasing, taunting her into greater heat as I leaned forward, grinding my aroused length against her firm ass cheeks.


"How strong is your control? And when you loose it what happens within you?" I questioned, licking her neck with the tip of my tongue as my finger slipped into her moist interior and felt her shudder. "How long can you hold off?"

 

[lasciviously_yours]

He ran his tongue around my neck, just underneath the hem of the hood. I could feel myself grow wetter and wetter as his words sank in.

How strong was my control? I was beginning to wonder. I could feel his very hard cock pushing against me and I wanted him, I wanted him to take me. Yes…I was losing control. I began to quickly lose focus and could see in my mind the images of him. Images that I have never experienced… I could see him standing over me, over-powering me. The words “obedience and submission” ringing in my head.

I heard the words leave my lips before I realized I was saying them. “Please…please,” I breathed into my mask; desperately trying to guide his fingers into me. My legs closed and surrounded his hand. Pulling him into me. His strong, masculine smell was filling my nostrils through the cloth, and driving my desire further. “Please,” I said again, moaning deeply.

TWACK !

The smack reached my lower left thigh and stung with surprise. “Control!” he screamed at me, sending a shower of spittle across my chest.

The outburst and hit took my breath away. I was shocked, but my arousal has not diminished.

“I…I…I am sorry,” I stammered. “I ache for you….”

 

[BLACK BART]

Again I brought my hand down, striking the tender flesh of her thigh and was rewarded with another cry.

"Speak only when spoken to and then address me as Master" I instructed, rubbing the heated flesh where my hand had just struck.

I traced a trail of kisses across the velvet flesh of her neck and then down the bare skin of her back until I reached the leather border of the corset, then moved upward, savoring the taste of her flesh and the smell of her desire as I stopped by her ear.

"We both have desire for each other my pet" I gently confessed to her "But by denying it but a short time more we will savor the taste so much more when we succumb to it"

I moved slowly around her, enjoying the mixed pleasures of sight and smell her body gave me, looking forward to tasting all of her before the night was thru.

"Do you understand, my pet?"

 

[lasciviously_yours]

“Yes….I understand.” My words only slightly audible. His body curved and curled around mine and I cursed the damn hood for impairing my vision. I wanted to take in all my surroundings, especially those of him watching me, but the hood afforded me only a limited picture, and no peripheral vision at all. For the most part, where I could not see him, I could sense him. His hot breath of my body, a brush of a leg or an arm, a feeling of his strong presence close to me.

“YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT!?” He bellowed the words at me. Spittle spraying against the mounds of my chest. He very much startled me with the force and I jumped. At first I was confused as to his question, but then I understood.

“I understand….Master.”

“Yes, pet. Master. I am your Master for you time here and you will treat me as such. You will do and perform as I say, and you will respect me. Or pay the price.”

“The price, master?” I asked with a degree of alarm.

“You will learn to obey.” He spoke the words as he moved away from me, grabbing something off the wall.

“Yes, you will learn to obey. There will be no question.”

My skin began to crawl with goosebumps an anticipation of what was to come. For the first time, a seed of doubt was present.

 

[BLACK BART]

I swung the short whip in a slow arc, letting it's tail's trail rather than strike her flesh, flipping the ends over her back and shoulder and to her breasts.

I would push her...And in doing so push myself as I reached for her boundries, the point where she would break...take no more, or ask for it...

"Obey me slave, or suffer this" I intoned, yanking the handle backwards, knowing the tips would create heat and pain as they moved across her full breasts and shoulder. Then flipped it behind me and this time...across her shoulders with a second flip of my wrist, watching her body tense, arc...and stand on tiptoe...

"Tell me your name" I ordered, the whip dangling from my hand and to the floor...quivering, waiting...."Now"