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Authors: S. Brandon King
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the expansive staircase to the couple’s master bedroom where Alex helped Sirella slip into tight black, latex corset and skirt she’d prepared for the evening while the pair talked seductive Dominants and submission for a good half an hour.
***
I hadn’t had a decent thing to wear, the multi-purpose Halloween costume I’d worn last week grossly out of place. Wanting me to fit in more, Sirella had loaned me a long, slinky, black, sleeveless, latex dress a size too big for her, but that she’d loved so much she couldn’t bear herself to return. It fit like a glove, hugging me in places I hadn’t even know I’d had. I felt subconscious the first half hour I’d worn the dress, but, handing me a final glass of wine before we head out the door, Lark assured me I looked stunning. I knew, If I sucked in most of the evening, I’d be able to make it just fine, Sirella being a good two sizes smaller than I as it was. Slim and petite, she her body were stunning. I’d stared in awe as she slithered her perfect size four body into her latex outfit. It melted on her like butter, molding against her every curve.
As we navigated through the crowd, Sirella reached for my hand. It always calmed me. She knew I felt shy and overwhelmed and, linking with her and Lark made me feel part of a family, safe and supported. I was still a newcomer, but I already noticed Subspace tended to get a larger number of male attendees than female. Had I known this first time around, I probably wouldn’t have ventured into the club alone. Thank goodness I’d happened upon this couple when I did, saving myself from becoming fresh meat before I’d even had the chance to get comfortable.
Lark suggested we head to the main bar area for a drink and to listen to music and, eager to loosen a bit more before heading to the play rooms, I agreed. I stuck close to the pair as he and Sirella stopped every now and again to greet fellow party guests and, politely, introduce me. I’d chosen the name Ajax, not feeling completely comfortable giving my real name in case anyone happened to recognize me from anywhere online. I doubted the kink community read any of my romantic sagas, but, to be on the safe side, I felt creating a kink alias would buy me a bit of an anonymous veil.
Sirella, ever the obedient sub, ordered three Midori cocktails and served us. Handing the first to me, she kissed me, lightly, on the cheek. I smiled at her appreciatively. She’d calmed and consoled me during our talk upstairs and reminded me that part of this journey with my new book was about the experience and I should enjoy it as much as I can. If it leads me down a path I hadn’t expected, then it was simply meant to be.
“I mean, look, already, you and I have met. That’s already a win!” she laughed.
Handing the second drink to her Master, she lowered her eyes accordingly, lifting the glass for his acceptance.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, taking the glass from her delicate and manicured fingers and sliding his hand around her waist and patting her on the tight-latex encased buttocks.
Lastly, she picked up her drink, returning into Lark’s waiting arms. Together, we toasted, lifting our drinks high into the air.
“To new friends and new beginnings,” Lark said, nodding in my direction.
“Aww, thank you, Lark,” I said, taping a slow sip of my drink and closing my eyes, feeling the thump of the music bring my body to life and feeling my hips start to sway seductively. Opening my eyes, I saw the gorgeous pair locked in an embrace, moving slowly, as if one, to the music.
“If you don’t, I’m going to steal my lovely wife away,” Lark said. “We’ll be back in a bit. Don’t go too far. Don’t make too much eye contact,” he reminded.
I smiled and nodded, communicating that I’d remembered all the pointers they’d given me. Standing tall and, gently, leaning against the bar, I sipped my drink slowly. A collared male, nude from the waist up, with a
***
I hadn’t had a decent thing to wear, the multi-purpose Halloween costume I’d worn last week grossly out of place. Wanting me to fit in more, Sirella had loaned me a long, slinky, black, sleeveless, latex dress a size too big for her, but that she’d loved so much she couldn’t bear herself to return. It fit like a glove, hugging me in places I hadn’t even know I’d had. I felt subconscious the first half hour I’d worn the dress, but, handing me a final glass of wine before we head out the door, Lark assured me I looked stunning. I knew, If I sucked in most of the evening, I’d be able to make it just fine, Sirella being a good two sizes smaller than I as it was. Slim and petite, she her body were stunning. I’d stared in awe as she slithered her perfect size four body into her latex outfit. It melted on her like butter, molding against her every curve.
As we navigated through the crowd, Sirella reached for my hand. It always calmed me. She knew I felt shy and overwhelmed and, linking with her and Lark made me feel part of a family, safe and supported. I was still a newcomer, but I already noticed Subspace tended to get a larger number of male attendees than female. Had I known this first time around, I probably wouldn’t have ventured into the club alone. Thank goodness I’d happened upon this couple when I did, saving myself from becoming fresh meat before I’d even had the chance to get comfortable.
Lark suggested we head to the main bar area for a drink and to listen to music and, eager to loosen a bit more before heading to the play rooms, I agreed. I stuck close to the pair as he and Sirella stopped every now and again to greet fellow party guests and, politely, introduce me. I’d chosen the name Ajax, not feeling completely comfortable giving my real name in case anyone happened to recognize me from anywhere online. I doubted the kink community read any of my romantic sagas, but, to be on the safe side, I felt creating a kink alias would buy me a bit of an anonymous veil.
Sirella, ever the obedient sub, ordered three Midori cocktails and served us. Handing the first to me, she kissed me, lightly, on the cheek. I smiled at her appreciatively. She’d calmed and consoled me during our talk upstairs and reminded me that part of this journey with my new book was about the experience and I should enjoy it as much as I can. If it leads me down a path I hadn’t expected, then it was simply meant to be.
“I mean, look, already, you and I have met. That’s already a win!” she laughed.
Handing the second drink to her Master, she lowered her eyes accordingly, lifting the glass for his acceptance.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, taking the glass from her delicate and manicured fingers and sliding his hand around her waist and patting her on the tight-latex encased buttocks.
Lastly, she picked up her drink, returning into Lark’s waiting arms. Together, we toasted, lifting our drinks high into the air.
“To new friends and new beginnings,” Lark said, nodding in my direction.
“Aww, thank you, Lark,” I said, taping a slow sip of my drink and closing my eyes, feeling the thump of the music bring my body to life and feeling my hips start to sway seductively. Opening my eyes, I saw the gorgeous pair locked in an embrace, moving slowly, as if one, to the music.
“If you don’t, I’m going to steal my lovely wife away,” Lark said. “We’ll be back in a bit. Don’t go too far. Don’t make too much eye contact,” he reminded.
I smiled and nodded, communicating that I’d remembered all the pointers they’d given me. Standing tall and, gently, leaning against the bar, I sipped my drink slowly. A collared male, nude from the waist up, with a
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