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Hello! Is anyone still reading this story? No worries, I'm not dead, yet. I'm sorry

for not updating earlier but I caught the flu and I'm sick as a dog. Here's

Chapter 11. Feel free to review, tell your friends, invite the neighbors over, etc.

We are still with Jade, Sal, and Michelle, three or four months in the past.


Chapter 11 - Every Coin Has Two Sides

Sal's pov

Yesterday was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. But after everything I've been through over the years, I think I can survive being caught in bondage games by my girlfriend's niece. Look at her, she's sitting on the edge of the seat, ready to jump at the first sign of danger. If someone shouts Boo I think she would jump higher than some kangaroo. Not that she can really jump out of the taxi, sitting positioned between me and Michelle. Jade, Jade, Jade. And I've heard you are the terror of your school, what's its name? Hollywood Arts, that's it. Looks more like you are the one who is currently being mentally terrorized here.

I mean, her half relaxed and half panicking look is understandable. She's a newbie in this whole business, while Michelle and I are veterans. Unlike Jade, my beloved Michelle and I are completely relaxed. This isn't our first time we're going to the Lotus Club. We're now old members and very known there. Most of the Club's owners are our friends. I hope when Jade meets them she'll understand how awfully misinformed she is. What she can see on the internet is usually twisted, full of wrong information. The fact that our community is very closed also doesn't help much. Who knows what she's imagining. I can already imagine the look of surprise on her face when she enters the club. I can remember how shocked I was when I entered some fetish club for the first time, all those years ago, before I met Michelle. So many memories, both good and bad. You know what people say. Every coin has two sides. But enough thinking about the past. What's done is done and can't be changed. Let's try to relax Jade a bit.

"So, Jade..." I started talking to get her attention. "Did you have any experiences with Michelle's and my; what should we call it; lifestyle?"

"Not much, only glimpses in the movies. Why?" she replied.

"Well, if it will make you easier, I can tell you how I started with this; lifestyle."

"Sal, that's private." Michelle said, with some concern in her voice.

"Yes, it's my private stuff, and I have decided to share it with Jade. She's not one of the girls who would blab to someone about that, right?" I said, looking at Jade.

"Of course I'm not. I'm listening." Jade said, looking animated for the first time this night. I coughed and began my tale.

"I think it starts when you see someone tied up on TV or in a movie. As a kid I liked to watch Westerns and my favorites were those with the typical damsel in distress. I liked to imagine I was one. When I grew up I started experimenting with self-bondage -"

"What's self-bondage?" Jade interrupted.

"When you tie up yourself." I answered.

"Oh. Okay." Jade said with a weak smile. She's still uncomfortable talking about this. So I continued.

"But self-bondage, though fun, lacks one thing. The touch of another person. I'm lucky to have your aunt for that part. Think about this: You've totally surrendered your body to your lover by being restrained and maybe even blindfolded. The trust you have in your partner and the trust your partner knows you have in him or her is an absolute turn on all by itself. You know your partner will give you absolute pleasure and your partner knows that he/she has been given this power. It's very erotic. And that's just touching the surface. But we'll talk about the rest later."

Jade seemed to be satisfied with the answer.

"So, if this whole I-am-sexually-submissive thing comes from watching too many movies about the Wild West, what activates the dominant personality?" Jade asked, looking at Michelle, "Watching Sledge Hammer or Heartbreak Ridge, perhaps? Both of those are full of commands and authoritative characters."

"Well, not exactly. There are several factors that can contribute to someone developing a dominating personality. I am not Sigmund Freud so I can't speak for others but in my case... well... I think it was always there, inside me. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to have everything under control. When your dad and I played soldiers with our friends I always played the general. I liked to give orders and expected them to be obeyed, even though your dad was older. As I grew older, those feelings only became stronger." Michelle said.

"Sorry to interrupt but was that one of the reasons why you joined the police force?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, I think it was. As you know, I joined the police academy and graduated on top of my class. Over the years, I met some people who were into the BDSM and they led me to the Lotus Club."

"So what's this club like?" Jade asked again.

"You'll have to wait and see. We don't want to spoil the surprise. But don't be afraid." Michelle said.

"Jade, visiting a fetish club for the first time is a lot like traveling to a new country. It's exciting but it can also be intimidating because it's a whole new culture that often comes with its own language and jargon," I said. "Just accept as a newbie that you aren't familiar with everything that's going on and don't be afraid to take your time getting used to the situation. Remember that walking through the door is not an obligation to engage in any activity."

"That's right. It is not uncommon for first-timers to spend their first visit just watching and getting a feel for things. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just relax and observe. That's enough for the first time, and it will help you decide if there's going to be a second time." Michelle said.

"So how did you two meet? Was that love at first sight in this club or..."

"No, we met in a different place in a very different situation. But that's a story for another time." Michelle replied, ending the conversation.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Michelle. We both saw in each other's eyes a silent agreement that Jade still doesn't need to know about the other places. This is a night of fun for her. Let's not ruin it with stories of the Viper Club and all the horrors that happened there.


Jade's pov

'It's hard to understand without seeing', they said yesterday when I asked them what this club looks like, so instead of twiddling my thumbs I decided to go with them. I don't want to look out of place so I hope the dress code isn't too specific there. It wouldn't be good if they say something against my black leather jacket, stripped red and black sleeveless t-shirt, black skirt, and combat boots. I don't wear leggings, though. The night is warm.

Soon the taxi stopped in front of the three stories tall building. I could see the large parking area to the left but it was fairly empty. When Michelle paid the driver, we walked toward the building. It didn't look like a club from the outside. More like some abandoned warehouse. I couldn't see any light coming from the inside.

Quickly I noticed a big muscular African American in late thirties at the doors. I guess he's the security guard.

"Hey Jake." Michelle gave him a warm greeting.

"Hey, Michelle, Sal." He said, nodding to them. Then his eyes fell on me. "And who is this?" He asked.

"This is my niece Jade and we want to show her the club. She's 18. Can we come in?" Michelle asked him.

"Yep. As soon as I see her I.D."

I opened my purse and pulled out my ID, giving it to him. He looked at it for a few seconds and then at me, suspiciously. Then he looked at the ID again.

"Is there a problem?" Michelle asked.

"This looks fake to me." he said. How dares he? That's my real, completely legal I.D. I shrugged my shoulders impatiently.

"And how would you know that? You don't look like some expert", I added, hoping the insult might irritate him. Yeah, I like pissing off people. I can't help myself.

"Because I was a cop once, young lady. Ask your aunt if you don't believe me. We worked at the same station", he grinned, showing me a set of perfect pearly white teeth.

"This is the real I.D.." I said while pointing at it. "My fake one says I'm 22. Want to see it?", I asked, putting my hands on my hips. Then he made a serious face that was probably supposed to be intimidating but only caused me to laugh.

"You know, possessing a fake I.D. is a crime." He said, like I already don't know that.

"Then it's a very good thing you're not a cop anymore." I smirked.

"I'm not, but your aunt here is."

"Oh, I'll close one eye this time." Michelle said.

Jake smiled and gave me the I.D. back. I put it into the purse and tried to walk past him but he stopped me. I growled. What now?

"Not so fast, young lady. First you need to sign this," he said, pushing into my hands the clipboard and the pencil. What? They don't want me to sue them if something happens to me. Gee. If this is just another Gorilla Club I think I'm already getting bored. But then I read what's written on the paper.

"I have to be silent about everything I see inside! I mustn't talk about the club to anyone for the rest of my life! Is this some kind of a joke?" I asked, looking at Michelle and Sal. The stern looks on their faces told me I'm wrong. Ok, this is now officially becoming a little creepy. What the hell are they doing inside that place? Having cannibalistic orgies with human soup for dinner? Man, I shouldn't watch Conan the Barbarian so much. On second thought, that wouldn't be so bad, because sometimes when I'm in a jacuzzi I pretend I've been captured by witches and they're using me to make human soup. I'm sure I would be delicious.

"All right. I'll sign this." I said, signing the clipboard and giving it back to Jake. Just as I intended to step past Jake, he raised a hand. Now what?

"The pencil, young lady." he said while giving me a roguish smile.

"Here's your damn pencil", I said, giving it back along with a scowl. I followed Michelle and Sal inside, leaving Jake behind. I could hear the metal door closing behind us. Instead in some wide and brightly illuminated space I found myself in a dark corridor, illuminated only with a few red candles. When we arrived at the end of the corridor, we suddenly stopped, facing a black curtain. I'd never been to a fetish club before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but I recognized the music that was coming behind the curtain. It was the song Mr. Torture by the group Helloween. Michelle turned toward me, at the same time grabbing the curtain with her right hand.

"Jade, this is the point of no return. Your last chance to give up. Are you absolutely sure you want to go in?" she asked, piercing me with her look.

I must admit that the atmosphere and the tone of her voice were causing goosebumps on my back but after a moment of thinking I nodded. I'm Jade West, the person who has watched more horror movies that the rest of the students of Hollywood Arts together. I won't be afraid of some fetish club.

"I'm ready", I said, trying to sound confident. Michelle pulled the curtain and Sal stepped inside, followed closely by me and Michelle. After the almost complete darkness in the corridor, the amount of light blinded me, but only for a moment. Immediately I looked around, to finally see what this place looks like. For the first five seconds I could only stare with my mouth opened. If there were any flies around, they would have more than enough time to try to zero inside me.

"Well Jade, why are you standing like a statue? You're very pretty but unfortunately there are no photographers here to take a pic of you." Michelle said, mocking me.

"Is something wrong, Jade. Has kitty gotten your tongue?" Sal joined her.

"Let's just say this was definitely not what I expected." I smiled. All right you two. You have won this battle.

At first sight, the interior wasn't different from that of any ordinary night club or a pole dance club. And yes, I've been inside several pole dance clubs and strip clubs. The advantages of a fake I.D.. Anyway, almost everything here is red. Red walls, red tables, and red leather couches. Only the ceiling was painted black. And the bar stools. The lighting was recessed and dimmed to give an intimate feel to the place. I liked it.

There was one big center stage and three smaller ones on the side opposite to us. One of the smaller stages did indeed have a pole, but on the others I saw only some big X-shaped cross covered in red leather. To the left was a bar area, but it was fairly empty. Tables and seats were scattered all over the place and those were only occupied. To the right was an area two meters higher than the rest of the bar, with the stairs leading to it, also full of tables. I guess that's the VIP area. Beneath it were some doors which I think led to the restrooms.

Quickly we found a quiet booth and sat down. A piece of paper on the table attracted my attention.

"What is this," I said, taking it. I noticed a big lotus flower printed on it.

"The club rules. You better read them." Michelle said. I looked down but before I could start reading we were approached by a waitress. When she asked us what to bring us I raised my head and finally took a good look at her. The girl, and by that I really mean girl, because she looked to be only a few years older than me, was dressed like a French maid, from head to toe. Just like in the movies. And her uniform, if we could call it that, was made completely of latex. Now that's more like what I expected to see.

Sal and I ordered Cuba-Libre. Michelle, who had to work the night shift tonight, stick to Coke. When the girl left, I started reading again.

Welcome. These rules are designed to ensure that your visit is safe, entertaining, and comfortable. To ensure fairness, there is only one set of rules and
they apply to everyone, regardless of your experience level. Enjoy yourself. Play safe. We want your visit to be so positive that you'll be excited to come back again and again.

No minors. We support Safe and Sane play among consenting adults. You must be 18 years of age to be on the premises.

No drugs. Drugs are NOT permitted in the building. Persons found in possession of or under the influence of drugs will be asked to leave.

No smoking except in designated smoking lounge.

Observe event ending times. City bylaws require that we close at 1:00am. Keep an eye on the time and wind down scenes and conversations so that you are ready to leave at 1:00 am.

Be consensual. "No" means "No." Do not attempt to continue conversations if the other party is clearly uncomfortable.

Play in Dungeon ONLY! All BDSM scenes or play is restricted to the Dungeon Area of the building. Absolutely no play is allowed in the lounge, restrooms or smoking area.

"Hey, you do have a dungeon here." I said to Michelle and Sal, pausing my reading.

"Yes, we do." Sal said with a shy smile.

"If you want, we can show it to you later." Michelle said.

If I want? Of course I want. Then I continued my reading.

A Safeword/sign is required for all scenes. The house safeword is "SAFEWORD" or "RED". When a gag is used, a safe sign must be arranged with the DMs.

BDSM Play and alcohol don't mix. We ask that you not indulge in alcohol before you play. ONLY bottled water is allowed in the Dungeon. If the DM's believe you
are impaired your scene will be stopped.

Report injuries and equipment problems. All injuries or any equipment problems must be immediately reported to a Dungeon Monitor.

Don't take risks. Play only to the level and experience of yourself and your partner. Do not leave subs/bottoms unattended.

No sex. For the purpose of this rule, "sex" is defined as oral/genital, oral/anal, genital/genital, or genital/anal contact. Solo Play - masturbation will not be allowed.

No sex? If there's no sex, what's the point of all this, I thought.

No prostitution or "Pro" scenes. Prostitution is described as the act of offering or providing sex for money and is prohibited. Although not considered "prostitution", Pro
scenes - providing a play scene for a fee is also prohibited.

The Dungeon Monitor Team, are responsible for ensuring compliance with these rules and maintaining an enjoyable environment for all. If you dispute the requests of a Monitor, discontinue the action in question and discuss it calmly. If you wish, you may appeal the matter to a DM coordinator. DM Coordinator's decision are final, and will be supported by Event Management.

Dress Code - Fetish wear is encouraged but not necessary. Any and all fetish outfits, costumes, leather, PVC, latex are welcome.

I looked around to check if I could spot anyone dressed in some fetish outfit but except for the waitress there was no one. How boring. Maybe I should have stayed home to watch Night of the Living Dead.

"So, aside from the waitresses, this looks like any other club."

"It is, on most nights. Sometimes the dress code is a bit more specific. And every now and then they have performances, shows, and even lessons. It depends on the schedule, though." Sal said.

"Hey, there's someone who can explain this much better than the two of us." Michelle said, pointing to a brown haired woman at the bar who was surrounded with three blond girls. Unlike the girls, who were dressed in everyday clothes, the woman was dressed in a tight black latex catsuit and black leather knee high boots.

"Hey, Annie." Michelle shouted to the woman, waving an arm to get her attention. The brunette turned and finally spotted Michelle, waving back. She and the three blonds quickly approached us.

"Sal, Michelle, I haven't seen you in ages! And who is this young lady?" She asked, looking at me.

"My niece Jade. We brought her here to break some myths about our lifestyle." Michelle said.

"It's nice to meet you Jade. Welcome to the Lotus Club. I'm Ann, but everyone calls me Annie." We shook hands.

"Like Annie Lennox?" I asked.

"Yep, just like her."

"You don't look like her."

"Oh, but I can sing like her. Maybe even better."

Annie and her companions then quickly sat down with us. The blonds introduced themselves as Elena, Maria, and Sofia.

"These young ladies are also new to all of this so I'm giving them a tour over the club." Annie said.

"I've been here once, but I knew no one who would show me around so I didn't stay for very long. So this time I brought some reinforcements", Maria said, looking at Elena and Sofia.

"Ladies, you are absolutely safe here. There's nothing to be afraid of." Annie assured them.

"Then what's with the document I had to sign at the entrance?" I asked.

"What document?" Annie asked, confused.

"The one that says I can't talk to anyone about what I see here."

Then Michelle and Sal started giggling.

"We are responsible for that. We just wanted to scare you a little." Michelle said, laughing.

"Yes, we wanted to scare you. I'm sorry but we couldn't resist." Sal joined her. "We sent the document by e-mail to Jake and he agreed to print it and show it to you."

"Are you mad at us?" Michelle asked.

"No. But I still haven't seen your famous dungeons." I said, crossing my arms.

"Okay. Let's go into the basement." Annie said.


Three minutes later...

We found ourselves in a large room, about 20 yards wide and at least 30 yards long. It looked like the brothel from Secrets of a Chambermaid. The walls were covered with red leather with floor length mirrors space about every few feet. This was a fully equipped dungeon with three types of rack, shackles hanging from the ceiling and ultra vast assortment of devices of pain.

"So, this is the place where some people spank and whip other people." I said.

"Basically, yes, but only to the level the bottoms want. When they say the safeword, the game ends. In the same way, anyone who oversteps the mark or ignores requests to stop will quickly get a name for themselves and be expelled from the club."

This was like walking through some bizarre museum. It reminded me a little of the Museum of Medieval Torture in Prague. I've never been there but a friend of mine visited it a few years ago and knowing my bizarre hobbies recommended it. I've seen a few photos of the exhibits online and I promised myself to visit it one day, maybe when I become a movie star, making a horror movie there.

"So, there are no sex toys here?" I asked.

"No, but you can buy them in the gift shop." Annie said.

"You people have a gift shop here?"

"Yes. It's in the VIP area."

I quickly made a mental note to visit it before we depart.

The tour over the dungeon was interesting but soon we returned to our booth. Our drinks were waiting for us. We continued our discussion. Mostly, Annie was talking about the club.

"We try to keep things open here. There is a bit of a schedule. There are regular days, when we have people who are new to the scene coming to meet up... We have guest speakers, shibari artists, and often organize lessons about the BDSM - "

"Excuse me." I interrupted her. "What's a... shibari? It sounds like some Japanese or Chinese food."

"It is Japanese but it's not food. It's an ancient artistic form of rope bondage. The word literally means 'Decoritivley Tie'. We also have performances, from burlesque dancers, cabaret performers and fetish fashion shows. Everything within limits... We try to keep things from going overly explicit. And there are parties." Annie said. Then Maria joined the discussion.

"Even though I didn't stay here very long the last time, I loved the atmosphere. You can dance and have a good time without worrying about getting groped by dudes on the dance floor, or douchey guys causing bar fights. The staff is also amazing. They really care about everyone at the club and go the extra mile to make sure everyone is safe, as well as having a great time."

Then Annie took over again.

"The common belief is that BDSM can be dangerous; something only the psychologically perverted would enjoy. But in its heart, BDSM is theatre. In a BDSM "scene", participants "play" in a loosely scripted and self-directed imagined scenario. Sometimes there are costumes. Those who practice it talk about the need to explore a different side to their personality: a way to indulge secret fantasies or release the pent-up frustrations of day-to-day life. The exchange of power roles can also give those people a way to relate to their partners on levels far removed from discussions of who's taking out the rubbish."

"Jade, do you see that big red X on the stage?" Sal asked.

I looked at the stage, and yes, the red X was still standing there.

"Yes, why?"

"Michelle once had me restrained there."

"What, why?" I asked, looking at Michelle, who now looked red like a tomato.

"She was kissing me, she fondled me, and most of all, she made me so horny that I forced her to drive home two hours earlier. I don't think I need to tell you why." Sal said with a wicked smile.

"Usually there are paid performers on the stage but if Club members want to take their places for a performance or two, they can. Of course, everything needs to be arranged in advance." Annie said, taking a sip of her drink. Then she looked at the blond trio.

"Okay, people, Sal just told you what BDSM is about. And that is trust! Trust to be gentle, to fulfill your partner's wishes, to be safe, secure, and to have fun. So, are there any volunteers to go through that procedure? We can't really teach you to be a proper top right now, because that takes much more than just one lesson, but does anyone wants to try the bottom part ? Just to find out if you like it or not. Remember, the game ends when you say so." Annie asked.

I looked at the blonds who smiled shyly, unable to decide. And then I heard my own voice. "Me!"

Silence fell around us. Sal and Michelle looked at me like I just sprouted a second head. I gave them a confident smile.

"What? You told me to be bold and open minded. Well, that's what I'm doing."

Michelle looked at Sal for a second and then moved closer to me.

"Jade, if you're doing this just to please me, don't. You don't have to do anything."

"I'm not. I'm doing this to see on which side of the whip I would like to be. If I ever decide to sail these waters."

Following Annie's lead, I stood up, taking off my jacket. But before I walked away, I gave Michelle one more confident smile, and then turned around. I followed Annie on the stage and stood in front of the big red X-shaped cross. I noticed several leather straps on it and a big black box behind it. Annie turned toward me.

"Jade, since this is your first time, we don't want you to be uncomfortable. After every time I put something on you, I will ask you 'what now?' Then you will answer 'forward' which means to keep going, 'pause' which means to wait a minute, or 'back' which means to take it off. We'll go as slow as you want, and know that you can always end this. Any moment you want. Just say 'red'. Okay?"

"Okay, Annie." I nodded.

"Usually, in a situation like this one, my husband calls me Mistress Annie, or just Mistress, but since this is just a test, you can call me Annie."

"Your husband calls you Mistress?"

"Yes. And when he's doing this to me, I call him Master. So, shall we begin?"

So they're both playing both roles. I didn't really expect that.

"All right." I said.

"But before we start, maybe it will be better if you take your boots off. Don't worry, you won't catch cold."

"Okay."

I obediently took off my boots, leaving them near the cross.

I leaned against the cross, and Annie stood in front of me. She grabbed the straps at the center of the cross, putting them around my waist and buckling them tightly.

"Jade, sometimes, the dominant partner puts the padlock on the straps. We buckle them, then add a lock through each of the locking buckle tongues and they're not coming off. That increases the feeling of helplessness in the submissive partner. Do you want me to use them here?"

"No, I think this will be enough for now," I said, looking at the tight leather strap around my waist.

"Suit yourself. Shall we continue?"

"Yes. Forward."

As Annie slowly knelt down to restrain my ankles, I looked at Michelle, Sal, and the three blonds. I could see they were watching intently, maybe even too intently, like they didn't dare to close eyes even for a second. Still Sal gave me a smile of encouragement and a thumb up. I shot her a smile too, even giving a wink to Michelle. She should be relaxed, right? Since Annie is her friend, I should be safe in her hands.

Annie finished with her work on my ankles and stood up, looking at me.

"Pause", I said to Annie. She simply stood aside and crossed her arms, waiting.

I looked down and tested the restraints on my ankles but they were firmly attached. There was no getting out of them without someone's help.

"Everything okay?" Annie asked.

"Yes. Forward."

"Okay. Raise your right arm."

I did as she said and she grabbed it, leading it gently but firmly to the strap which she buckled around the wrist. She repeated the process with my left arm, leaving me restrained and spread wide in front of the whole club.

"Pause", I said.

I pulled on the straps, trying to get familiar with them, to see what give they had, and where. Finally, after two minutes, I struggled myself out; a bit sweaty and breathing heavily. I raised my head and tossed my hair back.

"Okay," I said to Annie, panting for breath, "forward."

She then knelt again, grabbing another strap and buckling it around my right leg just above the knee.

"Really? How many straps are on this thing?" I asked.

"As many as you want." Annie replied, smiling enigmatically. She then buckled another strap above my left knee. Now my legs were totally immobilized.

"What now?" She asked quietly.

"Can you repeat that on my arms?"

"Yes, I can."

I drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Forward."

A minute later, there were straps buckled securely over my elbow pits. Now I was totally helpless. I looked exactly like the knife thrower's sexy assistant in a circus. I hope this cross doesn't spin. That would be too much, even for my taste. I tried to struggle a bit but it quickly become obvious to me that these straps won't be getting off. At least not by my hand. As I panted and pulled on the straps, I could feel warmth spreading through me. Wow, what's happening to me? Is this thing turning me on? I better stop before something unpleasant happens. I don't need my pussy to be wet now. But something urged me to go on.

"Forward," I said confidently. I simply couldn't keep my mouth shut.

Annie walked behind the cross. Though I looked to the left and right I couldn't see her. Then I saw something dark covering my eyes, cutting off my vision. For a moment I was confused but then I started shaking my head, trying to make that thing fall. After approximately a minute I gave up my struggle and surrendered to my fate.

"Jade," I heard Annie's voice. "Is everything okay? If you want me to take off the blindfold just say 'back'."

I thought about that for a few seconds but simply couldn't force myself to say that. This was my first time in a situation like this one and I was going to explore it fully.

"Pause", I said, deciding to get used to this feeling of helplessness. As the seconds passed, I started feeling warm again. And then the warmth turned into something else. I don't know exactly how to describe it. I think it was just the fact that this whole situation was finally fully falling on me. Here I'm standing restrained in front of probably two or three dozens of complete strangers, and yet, I don't feel nervous or scared or embarrassed. The feeling was new, but it wasn't unpleasant. I started wondering about what would Beck do if he was standing here in Annie's place and if we were alone. What would he do if I were completely at his mercy? I could imagine him gently kissing me on the lips, and then he would slowly start kissing my neck, and one of his hands would grab one of my boobs to gently squeeze it, while the other hand would reach between my legs. And then he would...

Wow! Enough of those dirty thoughts, Jade. Keep your imagination for your alone time. Let's focus on the present situation, shall we?

"You still here, Annie?" I asked.

"Yes." A voice replied from the left. "What now?"

"Forward." I said, now really curious about what she would do next.

"Well...", she made a pause, as if she was collecting her thoughts. "In a usual scenario, a forward from this point would mean shutting that pretty mouth with a ball gag."

"You mean that red ball with the strap?" I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. Maybe it's time to end this game. But before I could say anything, Annie continued.

"Yes. But since that would mean you wouldn't be able to speak, we'll do something else."

What else is left to do here, I wondered.

"What exactly," I asked.

"Now, now, I don't want to spoil the surprise." She answered with a chuckle. "Tell me, Jade, are you a good student?"

What me being a good student has to do with this? But I decided not to question her. She knows what she's doing. I hope.

"Yes. In fact I'm one of the best students in my school." I said with a small dose of pride.

"And how is your relationship with other students and your teachers?"

Another weird question. But I'll play the game.

"There's my boyfriend, whom I love, but not very much lately. Then there are some people I tolerate, and the rest of the school which I don't tolerate. So I terrorize them."

"So, basically, you are bullying them?"

"That's what others would call it but I respectfully disagree." I said, cockily smiling.

And then I felt something being dragged across my right thigh, but I couldn't determine what it was. Just as I was about to ask what it was, I felt a light slap with that thing on my right thigh. Not hard enough to actually hurt but still noticeable. However, since I like pain to a certain degree, I decided not to complain.

"So that means you're a bad girl, Jade. And bad girls deserve to be punished."

So that's how you want to play this game, Annie. Be prepared for a rough ride because it's very hard to break me.

I felt another slap on my thigh. What is that thing? Some kind of a whip, perhaps?

"You need to be disciplined, Jade."

"Yeah, and how exactly do you intend to accomplish that?"

Then I felt another light slap, this time on my left thigh.

"This is just a test so I can't really punish you but if you promise to be a good girl, I'll give you a reward. What do you say, Jade?"

"What kind of reward?" I asked, genuinely curious.

And then I felt something soft touching my lips.

"Open your mouth."

I did as she said and then she put something inside. I started to chew that thing. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Hmm, this is good. Tasty. Delicious. A strawberry! A strawberry with whipped cream. Where did she get this?

Just when I chewed and finally swallowed the strawberry, Annie said. "You want another one?"

"You trying to make me fat like a Thanksgiving turkey?"

"We would need a lot more strawberries for that. But no, just one more."

"Ok. I'm ready."

I obediently opened my mouth again, expecting to feel another strawberry on my lips. And that's exactly what I felt, but when I tried to bite into it, Annie pulled it back. I tried to follow the strawberry but though I could touch it with with the tip of my tongue, it remained out of my reach. Damn!

When I gave up I felt the strawberry on my lips again. I tried to be fast and grab it with my teeth but Annie pulled it back again. She was playing with me like a cat with a mouse.

"This is torture." I protested.

"Yes, it is. A very sweet torture, I might add, but a torture nonetheless."

I felt the tip of the whip sliding up my thighs, across my stomach, between my boobs, over my neck, until it finally landed on my chin.

"So, Jade, if you want the second strawberry, you have to promise to be a good girl from now on. Do we have a deal?"

"Ok, ok. I promise I'll be a good girl." I finally surrendered. "Now feed me."

A minute later, the second strawberry safely joined its predecessor in my belly.

"And now the final part." Annie said.

"What's the final pa-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" My armpits were under vicious attack and I couldn't stop laughing.

"HAHAHAHA! Stop it! STOP IT!"

The tickle assault stopped and just as I finally caught my breath my rest was abruptly interrupted and I felt Annie's vicious fingers digging into my ribs.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I squirmed, trying to get away from Annie's assault but the straps on me determined I couldn't do that.

"HAHAHAHA! Mercy! Please! MERCY! HAHAHAHA!"

"No mercy, until you say the safeword. Say 'red'."

"HAHAHA! Red! Red! RED!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I think the whole club heard me.

As I was slowly catching my breath, Annie took off the blindfold and started unbuckling the straps. Soon I was free and I quickly put my boots on. As Annie and I walked down from the stage, the patrons gave us a big applause. I even slightly bowed to them. After all, this was some kind of a show, and I think the applause was well deserved.

We sat back with Michelle, Sal, and the three blonds. Sal seemed to be ecstatically happy and even Michelle had a smile on her face. The blonds looked at me like I just won a Nobel peace prize.

"So, Jade, did you like that?" Sal asked.

"It was... interesting." I answered.

"So, you don't think we're weirdos anymore." Michelle asked.

"No", I answered with a chuckle. Before she could ask something more, I stood up. "But now you'll have to excuse me, I have to use the restroom."


Five minutes later...

I finished my business as fast as I could. I was washing my hands when the stall door opened. I thought the restroom was empty but it seems I was wrong. Quickly I was joined at the sink by a woman in early forties, with Jet black hair, wearing an elegant expensive evening dress, with the designer bag hanging from her left shoulder. There was an unmistakable air of confidence around her. She leaned over the sink, catching a reflection of me in the mirror.

"Hello," she said, giving me a flirtatious smile.

Since I was in the extremely good mood, a very uncommon state to be in, at least for me, I gave her a barely audible "Hi" and a small smile.

"I haven't seen you here before. Are you a club member?" She asked, washing her hands.

"No, this is my first time here."

"And do you like it here?"

"It's... unusual, but interesting. Do you come here often?" I asked.

"No, not very often. Haven't really been here a few years. I was... busy, in some other places. By the way, you can call me Mistress Deborah."

Mistress? I thought titles like those are used only at home but it seems I was wrong.

"Such beautiful porcelain skin you have." She said that like she would very much like to do something with it. She's slowly beginning to get on my nerves. But despite her very ravenous look, I managed to control myself. I'm a guest here, and judging by her age she's probably one of the older members. I don't want to make my aunt and Sal look bad because of me. So I answered in a respectful but cold tone of voice.

"Yes, I have. Thanks in small part to hiding from the sun whenever I can."

"Why?" She asked, confused.

"Sun is one of the many things I hate, along with allergies, girls who go to the beach in tiny bikinis, bras that hook in the front, flowers, babies, and many others."

"My, my. You do seem to have a rebellious nature. You didn't show such behavior when you were on the stage."

She watched Annie and me? Of course she watched us, you dolt. The whole club watched us. I just don't remember seeing this woman in the crowd. She was probably in the VIP area.

"Oh, don't be scared. I don't bite." I wouldn't bet on that, because she's eyeing me like I'm a piece of fresh meat. Just like a hungry wolf would eye a dear. "And I most certainly enjoyed the show. But..."

I crossed my arms and leaned against the sink, deciding to see where this conversation would lead. Is she trying to say that Annie and I were bad? I think the applause was well deserved.

"But what?"

She gave me another flirtatious smile.

"What you can see here is not even the tenth part of what's really out there." She raised her left hand like she was trying to encompass the whole city. No, the whole country. "There are real masters and mistresses who have much more fun than the mediocre Scooby gang that gathers here."

This is becoming interesting. "Just masters and mistresses? What about the subs?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

It seemed like I caught her off guard, because she was at the loss of words for a moment. But despite the obvious surprise on her face, she composed herself after two seconds.

"Oh, yes, the subs too."

If she was an actress, I'd say she didn't learn her script well, because it seems she wasn't ready for that question. I'm starting to dislike this woman.

"If those friends of yours have so much fun somewhere else, what are you doing here, with the 'mediocre Scooby gang'?" I said, quoting her.

"There used to be a fun place in this city. It was called the Viper Club. It was much more fun than this dump."

And still you come to this dump. What a hypocrite. I'm disliking her more and more.

"But unfortunately, it was closed some time ago." I could detect a hint of sorrow in her voice. "Now me and my friends, those who are still around, have to find fun in other places. But enough talk about me. Tell me... What's your name anyway?"

"Jade."

"Your name certainly matches the color of your eyes. I like that. So tell me, Jade, did you like how she handled you?"

"It was an exhilarating experience." I said, honestly, because it really was. I never felt like that before.

"Well Jade, I can repeat that and make you experience much more. Would you like to see my playroom?"

What? She wants me go with her? This is just what I needed. A kinky horny lesbian who failed to notice a small fact that she's old enough to be my mother. Or she did notice it but chose to ignore it, which makes her even worse.

"It's much better equipped than the so called dungeons here. We will have so much fun, I can promise you that."

She's not giving up. Dear God. Can't you see I'm not interested in you, woman? This is just like talking to Rex. Useless! Unfortunately, I can't throw her into the garbage can like that puppet.

"Why me?" I asked.

"You're a pretty one. Very pretty."

"I'm sure there are many prettier girls in this city." I said, trying to find some polite way out of this. It seemed she didn't get the message.

Seeing on my face what she probably thought was hesitation but was actually a very well masked feeling of disgust she decided to change the tactic.

"I can pay you generously."

So now she thinks I'm some cheap whore. I've had enough of this. It's time to end this conversation. The last time I checked, inducement into prostitution was illegal. Michelle told me that several times. But then something urged me to find out how far would this witch go.

"So what do you say, Jade?" She said, looking at me with hope in her eyes and a small smile that even the Joker would call creepy.

The hell with the rules and nice behavior. This chick needs serious lesson, I decided.

"It seems no one has bothered to tell you one thing. One very important thing." I said.

"What thing?" she asked, surprised.

"The last time I checked, beauty was non-transferable. Staring at me won't make you pretty like me."

It seems I have hit the nerve, because if I were Buggs Bunny, she would be Yosemite Sam. Her face looked like steam could start pouring out of her ears at any second.

"Listen you little girl... You have no idea how powerful I am. You will apologize or else -" I quickly interrupted her. If she wants a screaming match, she'll have one.

"Look Miss I-have-a-fat-wallet-and-powerful-connections. If you're trying to intimidate me, it's not working. You know what is the thing that I absolutely hate? People who tell me what to do. Now get out of my way."

I tried to walk past her but she grabbed my right arm with her left and then raised her right. A second later I felt on my left cheek the hardest slap in my life.

I can't believe it. She actually hit me. This psycho bitch hit me. This calls for revenge.

Somehow I managed to push her back, freeing myself. Before she could jump on me, I gave her a well aimed kick with my boot right between her legs. For a moment there was a look of pure terror on her face and then she collapsed on the floor, whining.

"Yes honey, that trick works for women too. Seems like another thing no one has bothered to tell you." I said to the bent form on the floor and turned my back to her, walking toward the exit.


Notes:

Sledge Hammer! is an American satirical police sitcom produced by New World Television that ran for two seasons on ABC from 1986 to 1988.

Heartbreak Ridge is a 1986 American Technicolor war film directed and produced by Clint Eastwood, who also starred in the film.

Conan the Barbarian is a 1982 American fantasy film co-written and directed by John Milius. It is based on stories by Robert E. Howard, a pulp fiction writer of the 1930s, about the adventures of the eponymous character in a fictional pre-historic world of dark magic and savagery.

Helloween is a German power metal band founded in 1984 in Hamburg, Northern Germany. The band is a pioneering force in the power metal genre.

Secrets of a Chambermaid is a 1998 erotic film.