Chapter 1 Out of comfort zone

Sophia.

This was the first time in my life that I was stepping outside of my comfort zone. My heart was racing due to a combination of anxiety and excitement. I stared ahead of myself, alone, and unsure whether it was a good or bad thing that I had told no one about this.

Despite the door's gloomy appearance, I knew exactly what danger-hot and delicious-was behind it.

Under the coat, the only visible indication of my nervousness was clammy skin. On the inside, I was a mess, but I stood tall and proud.

I was doing something that I couldn't believe. I had not yet gone inside, so it was still possible to turn around. But I was certain I wouldn't. For quite some time, I had been wanting to do this.

Having spent my entire life in the small town of Greenport, New York, I had never had the chance to do this before. That may not be true, though. Two years ago, I came to New York as a transfer student, but I didn't dare to come here until now.

In most cases, I was a pussy. I could confess to that. I had never been the go-getter, do-what-I-want, fuck-everyone's-opinion, and fuck-the-consequences sort of gal. The never-stand-out, calm-and-quiet, never-push-myself kind of girl? Indeed, I was more like that.

But I was proud of the fact that I was saying "FUCK IT" in large block letters at the moment.

As they stared at me, the bouncers were probably unsure if I would enter. I've probably been standing here for far too long; it's time to move my ass along.

One of the males used his hand to halt me as I was about to advance. "ID."

I produced my student ID, being careful to hold it steadily as I handed it to him. I didn't want my nervousness to be known to them.

A minute later, he gave me the card back. "Did you follow the dress code?" he asked.

"Yes, I did." It had been tough to decide what to wear, but at the last minute, I found an outfit I'd gotten as a gag present from a friend. She probably didn't envision me using it for this purpose.

"I need to confirm it," the bouncer said, nodding at my body covered in a long coat.

Fuck, I wasn't prepared to let go of my cover so soon.

With my shoulders poised, I unbuttoned my coat, slowly revealing the black lingerie underneath until it was all out in the open. The corset was tight, like a second skin, showcasing my hourglass figure with respectively large breasts and ass, and a smaller waist. A garter belt pulled the attention to my slightly large thighs. And the open-toed stilettos made my legs look longer, more sensuous.

The men were polite, only taking a quick look before turning to open the door for me. I didn't know if I was disappointed or not when I walked away from them. Wasn't I pretty enough for a second look? However, it was part of their job to avoid frightening both potential and existing members, and I was certain that they were accustomed to seeing girls' bodies.

I felt like I was entering a whole new world as I stepped through the door of the club, and I was, in a way.

The slow pulse of sultry, enticing music could be heard above the mutter of conversation. Even though my heart was pounding rapidly, I chose not to show it. I am a self-assured, attractive woman who controls my cravings. Perhaps if I repeated that to myself enough, I would start to believe it.

My sexual awakening had been accompanied by timidity, uncertainty, and most definitely a lack of confidence, more like an awkward girl who didn't know what to do. With zero boyfriends and only intoxicated hookups, I battled with being comfortable enough to let go enough to enjoy myself.

I had fantasized about it ever since I realized I wanted something more than ordinary sex and now was my chance to find what I found exciting. Which was why I now found myself at a BDSM dungeon. Even with the tension, I still felt tingles of excitement.

My curiosity overruled any nervousness I might have had.

"Welcome to Passion's Haven," a gorgeous brunette with a tall, slim figure said from behind a desk just by the entrance.

"Hi, I heard you had an open house today?" I asked, mentally cursing my shaky voice.

She looked me up and down, and judgment was apparent in her eyes. "Yeah, we do. I'll take that jacket from you and show you to one of the hosts for tonight. He or she will show you around and answer any questions you might have. Oh, and I'll need your phone as well. We cherish our member's privacy and don't accept images or films being taken. This is only a safety precaution."

I let go of my safety cover unwillingly, suddenly feeling naked standing in only underwear and heels. The unexpected cold sent goosebumps down my spine. I had to physically push my hands to stay at my sides since I felt the impulse to cover my breasts with them even though I wasn't displaying anything.

The woman turned towards me as soon as she finished hanging up my coat. "Okay then, follow me."

She led me down the stairs and through a corridor. The music grew louder with each step I took, and with it, my heart raced even faster.

I was doing this, I thought as I followed the brunette beauty. I couldn't believe it, it felt like a dream. I made simply the sound of my heels clicking in time with my steps.

There were some interesting pictures on the wall, but the hallway was not very long and had very little furniture. The door to the entrance was fashioned of the same dark oak as the one at the end of the hall. The woman kept knocking, and I had to clench my knees to prevent them from trembling.

This was it; I was going to visit a true dungeon for the first time.