Chapter 2 The mind set

Sophia

I took a couple more steps to get inside after someone on the other side unlocked the door.

We moved toward another woman standing off to the side, speaking to a male, after the receptionist, or whatever she was-welcoming committee?-further in. She was older, and everything was made of leather. Leather thigh-high boots. A leather bodysuit. Gloves that appeared to be made of leather.

"I have a new one, Miss Claire. Would you take her on a tour and explain how things are done here? The brunette replied respectfully, but her eyes once again displayed judgment as she turned to face me.

Why? How could she possibly reject me? It couldn't be that she works here and I was thinking about joining. A double standard would have been applied.

Naturally, Jennifer. I'll look after her well." In contrast to Jennifer, Claire, or Mistress Claire, gave me a kind glance. I was instantly calmed, or at least somewhat calmed.

After nodding to Claire, Jennifer walked back to the door and disappeared.

"Hello dear, what's your name?" The man I had seen her speaking to had long since left when Claire asked.

"Sophia, Mistress?" I wasn't sure how to refer to her, and I didn't want it to seem like a question.

"Mistress is fine," she said with a laugh. "Is it your first time at a BDSM club?"

Not wanting to miss anything, I gazed around, taking in everything I could see. "Yes, I'd always wanted to try, but I've been gathering up the courage," I confessed.

"Everyone gets anxious the first time, and it's normal. Trying something new and stepping outside of your comfort zone can be intimidating. Some people bring friends or a significant other, which allows them to explore with someone to "hold their hand," so to speak. I followed her as she began to walk.

"I don't... I don't have a relationship, and I don't talk about my sexual preferences with my pals." Even though I could still see everything clearly in the den thanks to its dim, reddish lighting, the scene seemed more... sensuous, as though it provided seclusion in the middle of a crowded place. Without the music overpowering her voice, I could hear Claire talking.

As I gazed at the scenery, I couldn't contain my excitement. For a while, the anxiety was forgotten. We passed someone who was in the middle of a play, with spectators gathered around. Like many I had heard about, a man was hanging from a cross, and a lady was circling him with a whip. As she struck him, I could hear the slap and his moans of pleasure or pain-likely both. I could see red scars on various portions of him from where I stood, and he was nude. It's called a scene. His dick was hard and oozing like that. They adore the cross and are two of our regular members. There are areas she won't strike, as seen by the markings on him. Among other reasons, it can cause bruises to the kidneys. You should never have a dom that is inexperienced since they could seriously harm you. She had to take a slight detour to explain what was happening, so I must have stopped walking.

I couldn't help but gaze at the spectacle in front of me, even if I tried not to. It was entertaining to watch, but it was pornographic. As they performed for the hushed audience, I couldn't help but get aroused.

"I forgot to ask, are you a dom or a sub, or maybe a sex slave?" As I gestured for us to resume our stroll, Claire inquired.

I was shocked to hear that I was a slave. "Not a sex slave," I exclaimed. I was drawn to BDSM because, at the very least, I'm a sub. In bed, I want someone to take charge of me. Just in bed. I wanted to see everything at once, so I looked around the room.

Claire laughed and ushered me into another area. This one included a woman on a pedestal with the rope fastened to the ceiling, her hands and feet hogtied. A blindfold was placed over her eyes, but otherwise, she was entirely nude. Seeing another woman naked in real life was strange, but not as strange as I had anticipated. Though the man could do whatever he wanted to me, I couldn't help but picture myself in her shoes-bound and defenseless. As I watched, I could feel slippery moisture dripping from my pussy and soaking my underwear. Not even my favorite porn could compare to witnessing the genuine thing; it was the most sensuous scene I had ever seen.

As the dom by her side stroked her inner thighs with a feather, I felt envious. The sensations made her stomach knot. Fuck. I aspired to experience her emotions and actions. I aspired to be her.

I came here to have my own experience of it. I also hoped that I wouldn't have to wait long to engage in this type of delectable kink.

Being a sex slave is perfectly acceptable, but it's not for everyone. Anyone new to the community shouldn't try it out right immediately, in my opinion. Begin with a less... strenuous activity. Take your time getting started. She gave the sight in front of us a nod. "This may seem like a simple starting point for newcomers, but it's not always the case. Allowing someone to blindfold you and tie you up requires a lot of effort. You must have faith in your dom and know that he or she will only do what you can manage. Gaining that trust may take some time. He's playing with her senses right now. When your sight is taken away, you can feel a feather stroke more distinctly. The same is true of taste. Your body is more sensitive to that sensation or flavor because you are unsure of what to anticipate. She clarified. I understood her meaning, and the idea excited me; I wanted to give it a try.

I wanted to try so many things, my goodness. I was eager to get started.

"I'll show you where the bar is whenever you're ready. We don't need to rush since I recall how thrilling the first few times I saw scenes were. I didn't mind leaving, but I could see she meant it and would gladly let me watch for a little bit longer. I had a hunch that I would return, and I could always return if I wanted to see more. I was hoping for more. More of everything