Greetings all!
I'm new, and would like to share a story in installments. Here's the beginning...if there's interest, I'll continue in installments. Thanks in advance, and enjoy the show!
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The mist parted before her, revealing an unfamiliar street and an unfamiliar building. It had rained recently…the streetlamp reflected off obsidian pools, the light dancing in eerie waves over the building’s entrance before her.
Jennifer stepped to the door and twisted the knob, knowing it was open. She was expected. As she passed through the door, a light gust of air escaping the building blew open her trench coat, revealing high-heeled leather boots and bare knees. She let the door swing closed behind her and continued to the far end of the dim hall. That door was unlocked as well…Jennifer strode through it and let it close.
The room was lit by unfiltered fluorescent bulbs from a high ceiling, one of which appeared to be failing from the occasional flicker. The room was about twenty feet square. Its walls were lined with black vinyl-covered padded sheets, each with its own set of restraints built in…handcuff-style clasps and leather straps with metal fasteners. Occasionally, the pads were separated by racks of toys. All manner of whips, rods, blackjacks, paddles, and dildos were on display and ready for use. Hanging from the ceiling were assorted leather bands that terminated in studded cuffs about five feet from the floor. The only furniture was a bare metal table, a padded workout bench, and a large black leather-lined humped settee (all equipped with various cuffs and restraints)…these were set out from the walls with space between them. Thick dark carpeting lined the floor.
Standing in the middle of this room was Jennifer’s hostess. The woman was taller than Jennifer, at least six feet tall to Jennifer’s 5’6”. She was slender, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the matching black leather boots, gloves, bra and g-string she wore. Her lean arms were folded in front of firm, smallish breasts. The woman wore a tightly –fitted BDSM hooded mask of black vinyl…only her piercing eyes and crimson lips were visible, and fiery red hair spilled from an opening in the back of the hood. The mask was fastened by a heavy leather collar around the woman’s throat.
“It’s about time.” The woman said, her voice shattering the cool silence of the scene. It had a faint accent Jennifer couldn’t place. Rumor had it that the woman was an actress of some renown, but you couldn’t recognize her through the hood. The woman was no teeny-bopper though…the voice conveyed the confidence and control of a mature woman.
Jennifer said nothing, unfastening her coat’s belt and allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Her boots matched her hostess’s, but her bra and panties were of black lace. She wore nothing else. Her skin was as pale as the other woman’s. Her body was not as slender, but was strong…a career as a dancer had given her powerful lean legs and arms. Her breasts were large and her cleavage deep, and her brunette hair was pulled back into a long ponytail.
The hostess surveyed Jennifer’s form for a moment. She said only one word:
“Nice.”
The woman then dropped into a classic fighter’s stance…knees bent, arms out, hands up and open…and slowly began to approach Jennifer. The redhead’s lips curled up into a feral grin that was neither warm nor friendly…more like a predator baring her teeth.
Jennifer’s hands balled into fists and she also crouched, circling slowly out into the room, never taking her eyes from the Mistress of the Dungeon.
