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Chapter One He looked out from the porch of his hotel room and watched the storm roll through the city. He unconsciously rubbed at that spot on his neck where She had marked him and began the process that would turn his life inside out. Sometimes the weather seemed to reawaken the marks and trigger a yearning for Her, her taste, her touch, her skin, and more. He would then feel the need surge inside him and lead him out in search of something or someone he could feed on to slack the ever present fire she had ignited in his soul the night she claimed him for her own. They had met late on a Saturday night in Los Angeles. He had been out with a couple that he was visiting for the week and they had seen a play at the Dorothy Chandler pavilion and he had enjoyed the play thoroughly. His friends suggested afterward that they go for drinks at a new club they had discovered and found themselves enjoying on a regular basis. So as the crowd exited the theater and headed into the night, he followed behind his friends wondering where they were going as he chuckled softly at their bantering about who would do what this time when they got there. He had been friends with Martyn for longer then either cared to remember, and they had seen each other through a lot of ups and downs. He had just begun to get to know Sherrie better, since he had been in their wedding earlier in the year as one of the groomsmen, and was pleased to see the joy she had brought back into Martyn's life. This trip out had been a chance to catch up and get away from the usual aspects of his day to day life and allow him to explore in a safer venue, more of the passions he had been adding to his life over the years. As they traveled north on the 101, he watched with bemusement as Sherrie reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a pair of collars, and slipped one around Martyn's throat before she secured hers in place as well. As She looked back and saw him smile, she explained that they had been exploring new things together and at the club, this would seem more natural, even though they were dressed in the Theater clothes. He laughed and asked who handled the leash, and saw Martyn growl at him from the window, causing both he and Sherrie to laugh. "In public venues," she said, "I follow his lead and serve at his call, but when we are at home," she paused and reached over and squeezed Martyn's leg affectionately. "That's where I can see what need to be done to make my Honey purr." He laughed and kept quiet as he saw the deep blush on his friend's face. "Who knew," he thought, "that falling in love would open up a whole new series of adventures," as they exited the 101 and proceeded west on Sunset Boulevard into Hollywood. The weather was mild for that time of the year, and although he had not been in this area in awhile, and was not sure of the club they were headed to, he trusted his friends and figured this would be a fun way to wrap up what had been an enjoyable night out with friends. As they passed the club, called Aphrodite, he paused to look at the long line that extended from the door and along side the building. "How long is the wait going to be to get in?" He asked his friends as they parked and got out of the car. Sherrie looked up and smiled as she reached into the glove compartment for something else he could not see, as Martyn came from around his side of the car to help his wife out. "Depends on how willing you are to take a ride bro," Martyn said, smiling at him as he took his wife's hand and helped her out of the car. She smiled and handed him a leash, then they both turned and looked at him, grinning as Martyn hooked the leash onto her collar as she knelt between the two men and held out a collar to him. A puzzled look crossed his face as he looked closer to them and took a closer look at both the collars they wore. She had a ring attached to her collar from which the leash was hooked to, but Martyn's was a dark black leather collar with no ring and the word Master spelled out in silver thread etched into the black leather itself. "It is a different crowd and setting my Master's friend," Sherry said from her knees as she held the extra collar up and kept her eyes down as she kept her place while Martyn caressed her face softly. "If you are willing to don this collar and follow our lead," she said with a wink in her eye to her Mate and a growing sense of excitement in her body, "then we can get into the club quickly, instead of having to wait with the others." He looked back and forth from one to the other as they waited for his response. Sherrie rose and took her place behind her mate at the end of the leash as they awaited his decision. He took a deep sigh wondering when his friend had started exploring this side of his heart as he slipped to his knees before them and bowed his head. "Way to go bro," he heard Martyn say as Sherrie approached and strapped the collar around his throat, "ever since I talked to you about that three way possibility, I've always wondered what other things you may be interested in or ready to experience." He looked up startled at his friends words, as he remembered when Martyn had talked to him about a possible three way, then he lowered his head, a steady blush flooding his cheeks as he wondered if they had an idea what things he had done while on either side of the collar, and he also wondered how they had discovered this life for themselves. He felt a growing surge of nervous energy flood his body, but kept his head down as he felt Sherry attach the leash and then turn and present it to Martyn. "Here you are my Master," she purred happily, as she settled back into her place. He felt a tug on his collar and looked up and shook his head with a sigh. "What are you two getting me into," he asked, looking at his friend for some kind of answer. Martyn began to lead them to the club and spoke over his shoulder as the three of the approached the club, and the faint rumblings of the beat of music could be heard in the night. "Things have happened since you left the state bro, and for now, just follow our lead, and enjoy the fact that we will not have to wait as long to get in and help you experience this place." Martyn confidently led the two past the line, as he headed for the front. Some people grumbled as the trio passed them, but he didn't really pay attention, his mind somewhat abuzz as to what had happened with his friend and why he went ahead and accepted collar and leash and was walking along side Sherrie, who was grinning at him as she kept stride with her man and the beat of the music seemed to be taking her into another state of mind. The bouncers at the gate were the typical build, more brawn then brains, but smart enough to follow instructions and keep the line intact. So when the well dressed trio approached, one of them got on the wireless and alerted his boss, while the other reached for the velvet rope and unhooked it and nodded to the Master with his two slaves. "Welcome to Aphrodite," the muscular first guard said, "the Manager would like to serve a round of drinks for you and your guests," he said, as he shook Martyn's hand and slipped a VIP card into it. "And if you are interested," I am offered to you and your company to a reserved portion of the club as well." "Thank you very much," Martyn replied as he pocketed the pass. "I may wish to take the woman to one of the rooms," as he nodded to Sherry who giggled excitedly. "As far as for the male, I may tether him to a post so he can learn and be watched when I am playing with her." "Very good Sir," the bodyguard said, "The manager's name is Tony and on his behalf, welcome and enjoy the night at Aphrodite." Martyn nodded and turned to enter the club, tugging slightly on the their leashes as Sherry and he followed Martyn into the club, and he suddenly found himself blanketed in sound and light as they stepped into a completely different world from the one they had been in earlier at the Pavilion. The speakers pounded with a loud techno dance beat, engulfing them in sound and the strobes flashed all around in a random pattern illuminating the dance floor, the suspended cages where girls clad in slave outfits or topless and in chains, danced above the crowd to the beat of the music the DJ was spinning. The large screens were flashing various scenes in a random order from a parade, to a modeling show, to a clip of war footage, well the visuals were constantly changing and as he was led to the table the staff were leading Martyn and his "slaves" to, he wondered if this was the main floor, what in the world went on in the VIP areas that you could not see from here. One of the staff led them towards the VIP section of the club, using the corridor that surrounded the dance floor and towards a quieter area away from the solid noise of music and flesh that flooded the dance floor and the tables that were set up around it. As he followed them, he noticed the pillars around the room, where people in various stages of dress and undress were chained to the posts. Some were being played with, others just left to watch and be watched until someone came to amuse themselves with the chained bodies. Between the pillars he saw others were chained to the walls in a spread eagled position. These people were usually less dressed and either gagged or blindfolded or were wearing clamps of some kind on their nipples or elsewhere. The whole area was scented with sex, power and desire, breathing deeply, he found it a heady rush. They were led into a suite, where they had a superb view overlooking the floor, but the sound was less intense, so as simple conversations could be had without having to shout as others would closer to the dance floor. A stunning waitress came over to take their order, and he stopped and could not help but stare as the waitress turned to talk with Martyn. She was blonde, tan and wearing a short skirt buttoned on one side, all on top 5 inch heels. She was also topless and wearing a collar around her neck and leather cuffs on each wrist. He barely heard Martyn and Sherrie as they asked their questions of the girl, since he was looking towards the dance floor and watching people approach the pillars and stop to play with the slaves chained in place. When he felt the tug on his collar, he turned and looked up as she turned to him and asked what he wished. He paused and forced his head up to respond, "Just a Pepsi, for now" he said to the girl, who smiled at him and winked as she curtsied to them and headed to the bar to fill their orders. He would have tried to ask more questions, but Martyn was focused on Sherrie in that way only newlyweds were, and he did not want to interrupt a moment as he saw his friend lean in and whisper something into her ear and saw her blush, nod her head and clap her hands together excitedly. "Well whatever he said sure got her engines revved," he thought as he looked around the room to study the mixture of people that came to and worked at Aphrodite. The style of dress for the customers was varied, from leather to formal and just about everything in between. The waitresses all wore similar outfits as the french girl who had waited on them. Some had chains linking the wrists together, some had chains linking their ankles as well, yet the girls all moved with a sense of style and poise that seemed natural to them in a room that screamed kink and then some. As he looked to the bar, the staff there looked like guys from a callback for Village People casting, as they mixed the drinks and served the people who had to wait at the bar before being shown to a table. As he looked back around the upper tier where they had been seated, he found himself watching the pillars with their human decorations. They were spaced about every 10 feet apart and it looked like most were chained to the poles, their hands secured over their heads. He also saw a mix of men and women locked spread eagled to the walls, some had small crowds gathered around them as a Master or Mistress would be examine them to the bemused laughter of the crowd. The crowd would break into rounds of applause as various parts of the clothes were removed from these "slaves" and the fun would continue until a collar was attached to the selected person, and the staff would unchain them from the wall, and the "slave" would be led off somewhere else for a more personal examination by the Gentleman or Lady who wanted them. He felt a nervous rush flood his body as he remembered hearing Martyn say that when they were off enjoying the VIP treatment, he would be tethered to watch and be looked at. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he turned back to look at the couple, who were pointing out things they saw around the club and huddling close to each other so they could share the moment and he wondered what parts of this club they had been to. The French waitress returned with their drinks and smiled as she served the drinks. The color on her cheeks bright and her eyes sparkling with the energy of the evening. She dropped to both knees and extended the drink tray to Martyn and said in a firm voice, "The management welcomes you to Club Aphrodite and hopes you find pleasure and excitement in the evening and happiness from the service of this slave." Martyn nodded to Sherrie who moved over to take the drinks and place them on the table for all 3 to enjoy. He looked at his wife and his long time friend and lifted his glass, "To adventure, excitement and family." They repeated his toast and they clinked glasses and took their drinks and enjoyed the sweet taste of a vintage wine. The waitress stayed on her knees, with her head lowered and tray still upheld as she waited for further instructions. Martyn smiled at his group as they lowered their glasses and he looked to the waitress. "What is your name girl," he asked." "This one is known as Sophie," came the soft reply from the kneeling beauty. "Well then Sophie, thank you for your serve, I am pleased and am sure your trainers will be glad to see how well you have done." Sophie blushed happily at the praise as Martyn stood, took Sherrie's leash and they stood. "We are off to explore some of the other sights that We were told about when we came in. he said after telling Sophie to rise. She did so and stood at their table listening to his words. "While we are gone, take my friend here and secure him so that he may be found when we are ready to leave, and he too can learn more about the magic that is Aphrodite." "But of course Master," came the quick reply as she smiled and took the leash. "Come with me please," she said as Martyn and Sherrie headed off into the crowd. "This one knows best where to secure a fine dressed gentleman as yourself." As she led him by his collar, Sophie explained that those who were stripped or chained to the wall, were fair game for anyone in the building to stop and amuse themselves with, even the staff she said as she watched his jaw drop while she led him in the opposite direction that his friends had gone. "for those on staff who need discipline, " she said pointing upwards, his eyes followed and he saw not only the dancers in cages, but men and women in tight bondage, locked in cages hanging over several tables in both the VIP and main floor areas. Sophie paused to point out the difference, guiding his attention to the main floor, where canes and crops were used to tease and toy with the bound staff in the cages there, pointing out her friend Tatiana who was in a suspended hogtie and being poked and slapped by those at the table she was suspended over. His eyes widened at the sight as she then pointed him over towards the VIP area, where sparks lit up the night like fireflies. "Over there they use electric wands and cattle prods on the disobedient staff," she said as she moaned as one Man held his wand against a waitress's breast who was hanging from her ankles, hands bound behind her back, over that particular table. "I've been hung like that," she said as she led him to a pillar with shackles in the right hand corner of the room, "it is such an intense rush, I came hard while being disciplined that way," she said blushing as she found the chains and turned to him. "Hands over your head please sir," she requested, as he stood looking at her, a rush of fear and wonder creating an ache inside him. He took a deep breath, knowing he had sealed his fate when he donned the collar outside the club and moved into position against the pillar. "You will notice that anyone who is chained to a pillar is clothed and usually dressed to the nines Monsieur," she whispered into his ear as she locked the shackles around his wrists. "These are meant for the VI P's to enjoy at their leisure," she smiled as she caressed his cheek and saw him look around to see her words were true. "So if you are selected before your Master returns with his girl, trust this one when I say, you will find the rush more sweet then if you were left as common fun for anyone else in the room." She smiled and locked his other wrist into place and slipped a kiss on his lips as she told him to open his mouth. He obeyed and swallowed as a thin bit gag was pulled between his lips and strapped behind his head. He moaned softly as the rush grew stronger in him as he was now helpless and vulnerable in a very public setting, then gasped into his gag as he felt her squeeze his balls and wink at him. "Enjoy the night," she said, "this one believes it will be on you never forget." He shook his head in bemusement, watching as she disappeared into the crowd and settled in wondering, what was next. |
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A well-written piece, which had me engrossed from the start. I'll look forward to the next installment.. It was a nice blend of non-fiction and fictive elements. Though on a different subject entirely, Truman Capote also handled a blend of this sort quite masterfully in his novel, IN COLD BLOOD.. Though you chose to write this from a third person point of view, , I can't help but see it as an honest self-portrayal of and by the author--You, slave_1726-- during an experienced event that truly happened in his/your life. It was candidly (and uninhibitedly) recounted.in this blog post--an artistically commendable opening salvo. Keep writing!
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And so the adventure begins....
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