Now what I didn’t tell you earlier was that Persian Princess is going to the BDSM club for a CLASS TRIP..
Allow me to explain (the first part at least).
She’s getting some sort of certificate in being a sex-pert in the field (we met in Grad School when I was en route to becoming a Marriage and Family Therapist…she still is…I…am not).
Any hoot, part of their training consists of learning everything they possibly can about sex within a given week (and then they get a piece of paper that says they at least know how to give proper blow jobs (which REALLY only consists of sticking your finger in a guy’s ass)…or at least that’s my understanding of it).
Walking into the club, I realize it’s an ACTUAL club: dark and desolate with slow hypnotic music, (empty) concrete dance floor, full bar (with nobody at it), an (empty) entire stage for the DJ, and about FIVE people walking around, 2 of which are security guards.
I then realize it’s only 9:30.
Ugh LAAAAAAME (!!!!) I’m not even meeting up with my drug dealer yet at this hour it’s so God damn early!
Walking over to the nearest security guard, I explain that I’m with some class trip tour group and I need to meet up with them PRONTO.
A balding, bearded, 6’0 Mexican who looks more like a Latin King than the King of safe and secure sex, smiles widely while scratching his beard, puts his hand gently on the small of my back and says, “Yes! Follow me this way ma’am.”
How gentle of him…he must be the type that gets spanked and spit on.
Walking through the empty dance floor, we pass one dimly-lit room to my right, where inside I see a queen-sized canopy bed with black satin sheets and a purple wall of chains.
Noting my look of curiosity, the security guard tells me, “That’s one of our dungeons…but they’re in THAT dungeon over there….”
He leads me into a wider room at the far end of the club filled with about 50 people.
Making my way inside into the crowded room, I notice that it’s much simpler and scary, with concrete walls and an upright wooden wall with a ledge at the bottom of it. The wooden board looks like a basic brown linoleum door recently ripped off its hinges and slanted on its side.
It’s about 8 feet tall and shiny…my God it’s shiny, with a horizontal bar dangling from its top and two strapped chains hanging on each side.
Now enraptured within the confines of gray concrete, I note that this room is DEFINITELY where Miley filmed Wrecking Ball.
I wonder if I get a sledgehammer.
I don’t see Persian Princess…but I do take note of everyone around me.
Everybody’s older, everybody’s clothed.
I’m definitely not taking off these pants.
I then hear “BROWNIE BROWNIE!!!” from across the room.
The crowd parts and there she is, in a sea of t-shirts, jeans, and computer nerds, her beautiful brown curly hair gracing the sides of her thin chin and high cheekbones, I see Persian Princess’ teeny tiny 5’2 body wrapped tightly in a black, leather strapless body-suit, dipping deeply down between her now engorged pregnant breasts and in a pair of equally snug black leggings.
Walking over to her with what feels like years between us, I feel warm and flushed at the sight of my dear friend, ready to embrace her as she shouts at me in her deep Persian accent, “WHAT DEE FUCK ARE YOO WHERE-ING MY BROWNIE?! TAKE DAT SHEET OFF NOW!!!”
And in the same breath, Persian Princess WHIPS ME AROUND and immediately unclasps and unzips my sheer pants, holding my hips as my thinly sheer barrier drop to my ankles below me, my bare butt now out and facing her.
Grabbing a chunk of it in both of her hands, she shakes my ass in her fists and with self-satisfaction says, “Ahh…now dat is better, yes?”
I didn’t even hug her yet.
Shy and showing my prized ass-et, I sheepishly turn around my cupping my own cheeks.
“My dear sweet Brownie…” she says, both of us now looking at each other face to face.
Looking at her tits, I immediately replace my ass with her tits in my hands, giving them a squeeze like a kid being handed golden water balloons as we both laugh at our shared thought: DAAAAAAAAAMN THESE ARE HUGE!
She then gets serious and says, “You haff to volunteer, oh keh? I cannot go my luff…da behbee…you know?? Plus nobody here even knows you my behbee!!” she gives me a sad pout.
How can I say no to that?
Shaking my head, I hear behind me, “OK! We’re ready to start! Now…I need a volunteer!”
Now being whipped around by Persian Princess yet again, I’m faced with a 5’8 version of an Asian Thor, the head Master of this dungeon. He looks like Bruce Lee with long hair and less chinky eyes…which immediately fall directly onto me.
Without a chance to even cup my vagina, I feel my shoulders being SHOVED behind me followed with a black boot now shoving into my ass.
“SHE WANTS TO DO IT SHE WANTS TO DO IT!!!!!” I hear Persian Princess scream excitedly behind me.
(Definitely not the first time she’s LITERALLY pushed me into an atypical sexual encounter.)
I glare at her HARD as she points and claps behind me…the entire room now forming a circle around me as they continue to clap to my steps.
Nervous with my knees numb and shaking, I try to fake NOT being terrified by strutting my now bare and shaking butt over to The Master, cock my shoulders back, place my hands on my hips and tell him, “Let’s do this…” a sly right smile now salaciously gracing my bracing face.
The Master licks his lips and asks quite sweetly, “What are your limits?”
I tell him, “Ya know…I’ve never done this before…so I don’t know…”
Then having an “AHA!” moment and immediately throwing up my right pointer finger, I insist “OH!!! No blood please” as I blush and aww-shucks with my hands now clasped in front of me.
The Master then smiles endearingly at me and saunters closer to me, pulling me forcefully up against him, his face now a mere inch away from mine.
I let out a pleasurable grunt.
Ooooh la la.
With his groin now up against my crotchless panties, he quickly YANKS a fistful of my hair and firmly pulls my head to the left, exposing the right side of my neck as he tauntingly whispers, “You know…I wanted you the second I saw you walk in…”
I flush and blush, silent and breathing heavy in his tight grasp, my chest now rising excitedly up against his, as he continues to tell me, with fierceness in his eyes and a menacing smile now spreading slowly across his lips:
“Tonight…you are MINE.”
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