I can't believe I'm doing this…I can't believe I'm actually doing this.
Bakura looked up at the building before him, hands in his pockets and shoulders stiff. He was nervous, more than he wanted to admit as brown eyes flicked over the nondescript bricks and simplistic sign.
Of course, they would want to go unnoticed. He imagined that they thrived on anonymity and such, being the type of business they were.
He checked the paper he had printed off to make sure he had the right address once more before inhaling deeply and moving towards the door.
The interior was dim, dark paneled wood lining the walls as it displayed the façade it was meant to. It was laid out with a reception desk and a few chairs for people to wait in. There was a plain looking woman behind the desk, tapping away at the keyboard before her. A hallway stretched out to the side of the desk with various doors leading to gods only knew where.
The woman behind the desk didn't look up when Bakura entered but when he approached the desk her eyes snapped up to look at him.
His nerves returned in full force and he cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Hello, my name is Bakura Touzoku. I have an appointment…"
Her eyes remained trained on him for a while and he felt like he should be the one to break contact first, however she looked back to her computer screen and typed in a few more things before pushing away from the desk. A filing cabinet not too far away was her destination and she rummaged around in to pull out a stack of papers before rolling back to her usual spot.
"Touzoku, Bakura. It's all here, you're to fill out these papers and when you're finished, I will let you know what is next."
His eyes widened at the amount of papers as he thumbed through them.
"All of these?"
There was a twinkle of amusement that lit up in her eyes as her perfectly painted lips lifted in a smirk. "Why of course. There are many precautions that need to be taken when you run a BDSM business."
Bakura supposed that much was true, but as he grabbed the paper stack and a pen he wondered for the hundredth time why he was doing this. Though, he supposed he already knew why.
He moved over to one of the chairs and began to fill out the forms, amazed and amused at the amount of paperwork involved in becoming a submissive for someone at this club. There was a nondisclosure agreement, health form, background check, too many legal things for him to keep track of. And of course, the last few forms were personal information and things that Bakura wanted out of this place. What were his kinks, his desires, his scenarios?
It was difficult as he tried to narrow down the things that he wanted from this. If he hadn't come this far already, he wondered whether it would be better to leave and forget this whole thing. But even if he weren't that far he knew it was impossible to forget this.
Bakura had had many a partner in his day, male and female, and had taken part in many activities with them ranging from vanilla to harder things bordering on BDSM. However, those types of relationships never seemed to last and Bakura always found himself wanting more.
It was what had led him to search for something that might be a bit more stable, albeit not as complicated as an actual relationship. A few Google searches and inquiries around forums landed Bakura with the address to this place before he made up his mind to make an appointment. According to most people, if you were curious about anything BDSM or really anything to do with kinks in a safe space, this place would accommodate and help.
It wasn't only the sexual desire and curiosity however that had brought Bakura to his search, but the need to break the monotony of his days. He went to work at the game shop where he had been employed for years, and came home. There were the occasional one night stands scattered throughout the days but for the most part, he spent his time between working and home.
He needed something new, something exciting. Something that was questionable and crazy and fun all while making Bakura's stomach flip in nervous enjoyment.
It was why he took the longest to go through the list of kinks, of hard limits and soft limits and what things he had done in the past. Bakura wanted to ensure that should things continue to the next step that they would be everything he wanted and more.
It was nearly a half an hour before Bakura managed to bring the stack of papers back to the receptionist. As before, she ignored him for a moment before flicking her eyes up and reaching to take the papers. She flipped through them, ensuring that they were filled out properly, he was sure, before she nodded and began to file the papers away as she spoke.
"Alright, the last thing we'll need from you is to get an STD test from your doctor to make sure you're healthy before we schedule your first consultation with the best suited partner here. We should be able to get you back in sometime next week."
"Next week? I thought…I thought we would be doing something today."
Bakura felt what little boner he had had dying at the thought that he would have to wait a week to talk to someone about this. Grand images of himself being fucked by a stranger vanished in a puff in a smoke.
"Heavens no. We need to clear your background check and make sure that you're healthy before we allow anything to continue further. I told you, Mr. Touzoku we are very cautious and we take things very serious here. If you would rather forget this endeavor, we can dispose of your paperwork now-"
"No! No it's fine, I was just confused," Bakura said, a faint abashed blush powdering his pale cheeks. He was ready to do this; he had made up his mind.
"Well then, Mr. Touzoku, we will call you when we receive your test results to let you know the information you will need. That will be all for today, thank you."
And with that dismissive, Bakura was promptly ignored once more as the receptionist went back to…whatever seemed to gods damned important on her computer. He stood there for a moment before frowning and shoving his hands into his pockets before he made his way out of the building.
The walk back to his apartment was full of mulling thoughts over everything that Bakura had been ruminating on for weeks. He had anticipated everything about the day, imagined the sorts of scenarios that would have taken place. Being taken into a backroom, being tied down and fucked by a stranger with no mercy.
Instead, he felt more like he was applying for a damn government job. Still, he supposed that it was necessary. The sex industry had to be extraordinarily careful with not only their workers but clients as well. There was not only health but lives at stake, and reputations to uphold. People that worked in the place he had gone to had their own lives outside of that building.
And, well…now that events had been set in motion the excitement had returned and he felt it growing inside of him.
As he rounded the block to his apartment, he pulled out his phone with a nod. Time to call his doctor, he supposed.
It was a slow day at the game shop. Bakura had already done what little puttering jobs the owner asked him to do when the store was empty and now sat behind the counter on his phone. Honestly, there were only so many times he could straighten damn boxes. The old coot could yell at Bakura if he wanted, but no one else was willing to do so much. After all, Bakura had worked there the longest save for the owner himself.
So he leaned on the glass display that held expensive chess sets and beautiful wood carved dice collections, tapping away at some sort of addicting game on his phone. He couldn't even remember the name but it was bright and colourful and enough to keep his attention focused for the last hour before the store closed. Then all he had to do was close up the till and lock up the shop-
There was a sound that jarred his train of thought and for a moment he was angry that it had thrown him off. However when he realised that it was his phone ringing, he stayed stunned for a moment before looking at the caller ID. He didn't recognise the number, but it had been just about a week since he had seen his doctor. Did that mean…
With bumbling hands, Bakura answer the call, taking a deep breath before he answered.
"H-Hello, Bakura speaking…"
"Hello Mr. Touzoku, this is Anne calling from Cupere Agency to let you know that everything is in order. We have someone that will match your specifications and he has an open appointment on Wednesday evening at seven o'clock. Will that do for you?"
"Of course! I mean, yeah that's fine," he said, standing straight as his heart raced like a ball bouncing against his ribs.
"Very well then, I will put it down and we will see you then. Have a nice night, sir."
"You too," he said, feeling excited once again at the prospect of the future meeting. Once he met with the man that would become his Dominant, then…then it would begin.
Bakura tried to ignore the way the vague thoughts caused a stirring in the pit of his stomach, blood rushing far too south considering he still had work to do.
But this was actually happening…
It would be a long few days until Wednesday, that was for sure.
He stood outside of the building as he had the week prior, staring at the plain brickwork before he swallowed past the nervous lump in his throat. It was time, and yet it was hard to get his feet moving towards the door. What if something went wrong, what if he ended up hating the whole ordeal?
Shaking his head for a moment, Bakura bit the inside of his cheek and frowned. No, things would be okay. He was just too anxious to think straight was all.
It was a few moments before he managed to pull himself together to get moving into the building.
The same scene from the past week greeted him, the same woman at the desk. Once again she ignored him until he approached the desk with a small hum.
"Um, Bakura Touzoku here. I have an appointment at seven-"
"Of course, sir. If you take a seat, I will send you down when things are ready."
Bakura nodded silently before he slumped down in one of the seats to wait. His foot tapped in impatience and nerves and he couldn't seem to stop it.
It felt like an hour, though it could have only been about ten minutes before there was a beep from some device behind the desk and the woman looked over to Bakura.
"You're ready now. Head back to Room 5 and have a nice evening."
His throat seemed to close up for a moment and he wasn't able to respond, merely nodding before he moved down the hall. Room 5 was one of the middle ones and he hesitated a moment before cracking the door open.
"Uh, hello. I was told to come down here…"
Bakura crept in, observing his surroundings in a brief moment. It was another dark paneled room, like the front area. It seemed to be a theme of the place, a sort of dark and alluring haven. There was one table in the middle surrounded by a few chairs. In one of those chairs sat the man that made Bakura do a double take.
The man was lean and sat poised, hands folded below his chin. A folder sat before him and a sly smile spread over his lips. He was as pale as Bakura, and had the same shockingly white hair. However, it seemed to be much more tamed than the frazzled mess Bakura's ended up being on a daily basis.
"Welcome, Mr. Touzoku. Please, take a seat."
Well, he certainly had a pleasant voice. It sent a delicious chill through Bakura and he nodded gently before sitting in the seat across from the other.
The man looked at Bakura for a while before he moved to open the file before him. Bakura spotted his own handwriting on the papers listing off the kinks he had been alright with.
"Everything is in order, Mr. Touzoku and we have your information. After going through everything, it was decided I would be the best fit for your preferred interests. However, we like to talk things over with our clients before we continue further."
His eyes glanced back to Bakura through lowered lashes and the pale man felt heat rising up on his cheeks at the look.
"Ah but forgive me, I haven't introduced myself, have I? You may call me Ryou, and I will be your Dominant."