Vanilla No More

[Calyxxx]

Phyn was restless. Maybe that was why she found herself here on such a dreary Friday night. The rain outside depressed her, and she felt her lonliness creeping up her spine to rest uncomfortably in the forefront of her mind. Proudly, she threw her shoulders back, adjusting the halter-style strap of her tight black lycrex dress. She was quite happy with the way the dress fit. The low drop of the neckline, displaying her full, round breasts perfectly, came down so low that one wrong shift could expose the hard nub of a nipple hidden just under the surface. She had left her raven coloured tresses down tonight, something she rarely did. They cascaded down her back in a silken sheet, the ends just grazing the top of her shapely ass.

She took a first, tentative step towards the door, and reached her hand for the handle, just as it was opened. She dropped her arm suddenly and cast her eyes down as a laughing woman left the club, followed by a man on a leash? She slipped through the door just before it closed and shook the strange image from her head. Many times before she had stood before the entrance to "Cuff'd", but this was the first time she had made it through the door.

Suddenly, Phyn found herself nervous and so took a seat in a secluded looking booth near the back of the club. A waitress approached, wearing the smallest of leather booty shorts, half of her ass was out of them, and a leather corset that displayed the tops of her pinkish nipples above the top. A leather collar completed the ensemble and she smiled down at Phyn with amber eyes.

"What can this one get you, my sister?" The question was simple, yet strange. Phyn pursed her lips and asked for a whiskey sour. As the waitress walked away, Phyn looked around the club. This was no ordinary night club, and Phyn knew it. This was where the sexually deviant came. Every fetishist could find their heaven here if they wanted. The hum drum of vanilla life faded from the minds of the patrons as soon as they stepped through the doors.

Maybe Phyn chose tonight because the ache she felt from the loss of her boyfriend was strong tonight. He'd left her in a huff almost 2 months ago. Maybe it was because she had been fired from her job the day before. Maybe it was becaues the lease on her apartment would run out next week. Or, maybe it was a combination of the things. The culmination of frustrations that drove her to swallow her fear and take that step towards the door.

Her drink appeared and she sipped it slowly, sapphire eyes on the patrons around her. At the bar, she saw a strong, handsome looking man talking to yet another strong, handsome looking man. The scene was normal, drink in one hand, other on the bar, except for one thing. The man had a leash in his hand. Phyn's eyes trailed down the leash to a beautiful, naked woman, wearing only ankle, and wrist cuffs, as well as the collar the leash was attatched to. A jealous pang shot through Phyn's stomach. Why? Why did she wish such a thing? Lately her desire was stronger. When she closed her eyes, visions of cold metal and soft warm leather filled her senses. She felt the restrictive harnesses on her wrists, could hear the cracking of a whip, the sting of it on her ass and thighs. She wished to surrender her life to a man such as this. A strong man willing to keep her as his own, to love her enough to take her out with him, but was strong enough to punish her when she would disobey.

Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed as a man aproached her. He looked down at Phyn and placed a hand on her table.

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OOC: Looking for the obvious character needed. Preferably a more tough than soft master...Thanks.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess

OOC: Jess: 6'2" athletic. Mid 30s. Brown hair, blue eyes.


IC:

Jess watches Phyn's eyes travel up from his hand on the table, follow the crinkled leather sleeve of his jacket up to his face and his piercing blue eyes.

"What's a little sub cunt like you doing in a place like this?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn's stomach did a delicious flip inside her as her eyes ran up the man's jacket and settled on his. He spoke, and she dropped them quickly, respectfully. She focused on her own hands, clasped lightly around her drink, condensation forming on the outside of the glass and racing towards the table.

She spoke softly, without raising her eyes. She knew better than to call him on his address to her, in any other bar, however, she would have backhanded a man for talking to her like that. On the other hand, she didn't want to immediatly identify herself as potentially looking for just such a man. The danger that could come to her was too great. Instead, her reply was neutral.

"Uh...excuse me?"

 

[ezwriter]

Jess' free hand insinuated its way into Phyn's lush black hair, appreciating its luster and softness, then suddenly, like a viper striking, his fingers coiled, clutching a fistful of her tresses - firmly but without yanking, seizing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head up so her eyes met his.

"Maybe I have you confused with someone else," he says. "Or maybe it's you who're confused. Maybe you belong back at the Ramada Inn cocktail lounge or wherever it is you usually troll for cock."

He loosened his grip on her hair, but his eyes held hers a beat longer before he turned and crossed the floor, settling into a dark booth in the back of the club.

 

[Calyxxx]

'Shit!' Phyn thought to herself for a moment, watching the man walk away from her. 'He's good.'

She raised her hand to her hair, smoothing it out where he had disturbed it. How to proceed? She was still nervous, but glad that she had potentially found what she was after. He wanted to her to follow, he must. But she would not be broken so easily. She did not want to just fall at his feet and beg him to take her. No, that would not be right. How could she force this? Tapping her nails against her glass she smiled softly to herself.

'Thats it! Force him to take me...enslave me properly!" She decided to play it hard. To act as if she was ignorant, naive. Eventually, she hoped, he would become frustrated that she was not falling at his feet, and he would take her forcefully. Collar her roughly. It was perfect, and she smiled behind her drink, taking another sip.

The waitress returned and she ordered another, glancing subtley over to where the man sat.

 

[ezwriter]

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The waitress returned and she ordered another, glancing subtley over to where the man sat.

Jess didn't look up. Didn't have to. He motioned to a waitress to bring him a draft and leaned his head back on the mahogany back of the booth. Reaching into his well-worn leather coat, he extracted a pair of thick leather cuffs with metal D clasps and set them on the tabletop. Next, from a side pocket, he produced a narrow, but thick, nickel-plated chain - alligator clips attached to the ends. The shiny new nipple clamps caught a stray ray of light in the darkness of the club, glinting. They clunked on the table as Jess set them down beside the cuffs and waited for his drink to be served.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn squinted through the dim lights of the club. What was he doing? She watched him reach into his pockets and produce a few objects she couldn't identify. She hid a grin behind her hand as she thanked the waitress for her second drink, and gulped it down quickly, quelling her nerves.

She glanced back over to the man, watched him take a sip from his glass, other hand resting on the objects from his pockets. Was that a chain she could see? Her stomach surged and she sucked on an ice cube from her empty glass.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess pushed the cuffs and clamps away to make room as the waitress set his beer down.

"Got your gear out, I see," Meg laughed.
"Oh yeah, got a live one on the line right now," Jess joked back, reaching into his backpocket for his wallet and pulling out a five.

His hand seized Meg's wrist hard and drew her toward him, stuffing the bill in her cleavage. "And I'm gonna get her too, Meggy," Jess winked and sent the waitress on her way with a slap on the rear.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn smirked to herself and ran a finger around the edge of her glass.

'I should play with this a while.' She stood from her seat and disappeared into the crowds of people, hoping the man hadn't seen her get up. She headed for the woman's bathrooms and pushed the door open, stepping inside. Empty. She sighed in relief, not wanting to go through the idle chatter of women in the washroom. She stood in front of the mirror and smiled to herself, adjusting her dress and hair.

 

[ezwriter]

Phyn heard the bathroom door open... close... and then heard the latch thrown shut.

That got her attention.

They locked eyes in the mirror. Jess seemed larger now, even as he stood with his back to far wall.

He watched the muscles in her bare, elegant neck and back tighten, her weight shift uneasily on her heels.

"Know this about me: I don't fucking play games!"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn felt a small knot of unease slip up her throat. She was more than intrigued by this man. Without turning around, she looked at the man through the mirror.

"Games?" She raised an eyebrow at him and pursed her lips before returning her gaze to herself and adjusting her dress.

 

[ezwriter]

"Games - pretending...make-believe. I don't have time, honey. Cause I go out there and find some bitch to cuff and clamp and drag home in five minutes. And we both know you would like to be that someone."

He met her gaze once more in the mirror.

"The things we want in life. We can do them or not do them, but we can't hide them. Give me your panties. If they're dry, I'm wrong about you."

Jess approaches, filling the mirror even more.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn felt herself losing. Each word he was speaking was attaching her to himself. Her knees went weak and she resisted the urge to fall, to rest her cheek on his shoe and ask him to properly collar her. Instead, she placed both hands against the bathroom counter and dropped her eyes from his.

"I'm not wearing any....sir." The last part was out of her mouth before she could check it, and it was then she knew it was over. Her heart beat faster and the anticipation rose in her throat.

 

[ezwriter]

"Show me," Jess commands.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn suppressed her smile and licked her lips delicately. Still facing the counter, her hands snaked down to the hem of her dress and raised it slightly, the firm roundness of her ass peeking out.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess apprises her the curve of her ass peeking from beneath her hem. Assesses the girl in the mirror. He is close behind her now though she's had no sense of him approaching. He is close enough to inhale her perfume and the mixture it makes with the scent of her arousal.

"What do you call a girl who parades around like this, flaunting her tender flesh like you do?" he murmurs.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn's head drops, shamed. Her eyes on the counter in front of her she speaks softly, her will to fight him dissipating.

"A slut, sir."

 

[ezwriter]

"Turn around, slut. Face your Master."

 

[Calyxxx]

It was done. Phyn sighed, happily and disappointedly at the same time. She turned, keeping her eyes respectfully below his waist and fell to her knees in front of him.

 

[ezwriter]

He knew she was ripe, but this one had fallen so far, so fast. This one would be a rare jewel in his collection.

Jess reached a large strong hand down and seized one of her firm, full breasts barely concealed by her plunging neckline. Clutching her tit, he yanks her up, awkwardly to her feet.

"Among the lessons my slut will learn," he hisses, "is how to properly obey. You will learn that when I say 'turn around and face your Master,' it does not mean 'turn around and kneel'."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn bit her lip as she was roughly brough to her feet. Her eyes rested on his belt and she murmured softly to him.

"This one apologizes, Master. She will learn to follow instructions better."

 

[ezwriter]

"You can be assured you will learn to obey better," Jess says.

He moves his hands to the girl's shoulders, brushes the long black hair off and rests his palms on the curve of Phyn's shoulders, his thumbs hooked in the straps of her dress.

"Tell me, slave, did I give you my permission to wear this slutty dress?" he asks, holding her gaze with his powerful eyes.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn supressed a delicious shiver that shot up her spine at his touch on her shoulder. She dropped her head and shook it.

"No, Master."

 

[ezwriter]

"No," Jess says, and his hands gather the straps of her dress and pull down and outward, shredding the silky fabric front and back in long, angry rents - the staccato rip sounding even harsher in the tiled bathroom . He lets the shreds of material fall to the floor at Phyn's feet.

"From now on you will wear only what your Master tells you to wear. Understood?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn gasped as the man shredded her dress, the pieces falling softly to the floor around her. Left standing in only her heels, she felt ashamed and hung her head. He spoke to her and she responded quickly.

"Of course, Master."