The collar from Harrods was around my neck, leash attached, and the seductive purple corset graced my body. Black satin panties, hose and shoes were the only other articles of clothing permitted. And I was standing in the middle of a fetish club, the likes of which I could never have imagined.
A man wrapped in clingfilm from head to foot, his eyes and mouth the only visible signs that he was actually human, laid on the floor next to the cloakroom. Glossy latex was everywhere, extreme costumes abounded, and mixed between the absurd and insane were couples like Sir and me, but a mixture of gender – and genders – in every combination you can think of.
While the evening was an extraordinary experience in and of itself, it was the last half hour that held the magic.
At the far end of the ‘Playroom’ – a large open space filled with all manner of BDSM furniture – was a ballerina bar. After watching the various activities it was where Sir chose to take me. I found myself bent at the waist, my wrists tied to the pole.
The light was dim and he began caressing my backside, occasionally brushing between my legs. It was all very tantalizing and I closed my eyes surrendering to the intoxicating play. When I opened them I discovered another submissive was tied next to me, and only about ten feet away.
She was very pretty, dressed in her own provocative corset. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her Dominant. It was difficult to make out his features in the semi-darkness, but his head lifted in acknowledgement. My eyes darted back to her and she caught my gaze – holding it – locking my eyes.
A sound smack made me gasp, but our connection was not broken, and so began a mesmerizing interlude, for how long I know not. We were completely connected in a sublime state, and as our Dominants spanked and teased we held the gaze, the electric energy passing between us almost tangible.
I never wanted it to end, and when her wrists were untied and our connection broken, I felt as though I had just lost a best friend. She was led away and Sir must have instinctively felt my loss. He freed me immediately, engulfing me in a warm, wondrous soothing embrace.
I never knew her name and I didn’t want to. The magic we shared would have been tainted by something so mundane. She will always be with me. She was a Princess who crowned the end to a perfect twelve hours.
Often I wonder – if she thinks of me. Was I the Princess for the end of her perfect evening? I like to think so.
“I never knew her name and I didn’t want to. ”
Awesome story. It hit higher notes than just erotica or taboo. Not that I don’t love erotic stories about taboo topics, but this one is special.
I so appreciate your comment. The experience was very special – one of the most, if not the most special moments in my D/s life. That you were able to feel that is enormously rewarding. Thank you.
I have had some moment life that myself. Different circumstances, but the same primal connection that transcends names or even words.
You are fortunate. They are rare – almost spiritual.
It reminds me of this one particular night. I was young and very daring. I sought out experiences which pushed my boundaries (go figure, huh?).
One night after work, I went to a rave at an after hours club. I went by myself and I did not know anyone there. It was not hard to find some X at the club and “get my rave on”. Eventually, I started talking to this guy and we even kissed a little. For whatever reason, I agreed to follow him back to his house. He could have murdered me, but he did not lol. We spent the entire night talking, laughing, listening to music, dancing, laying next to one another…stuff like that. Sometimes he would dance for me, while I laid on the floor and watched him. Parts of that night were very magical to me, and the memory of it still is–even now. We did not have sex and the sexual energy we had felt earlier at the club kind of evolved into something else. Non-sexual, but still this incredible one-on-one connection. He did not push me to be sexual with him and I did not offer myself to him in that way. Although if I had, there would have been nothing wrong with that. The next morning he was walking me to my car (we were up all night) and telling me to be careful driving home. He said, “You may not have drank alcohol last night, but you still got intoxicated–so be aware of how you are driving,” It was nice of him to say that to me. At the last second, I turned to him and said, “I never asked you your name.” He smiled and said, “Troy. My name is Troy.”
I have always treasured that night and the idea that you can connect with someone on such an intense level without ever knowing their name.
He may have given me his number; I can’t remember. I never called any guy who gave me their number. Not because I am a snob, but it’s just not my nature to pursue a man like that. I only saw him one other time, but he had started dating someone by then. When he saw me, they both came over and said hello. He even hugged me and told me what a great time he had that night. His girlfriend was genuine to me and not jealous at all.
Some people are just cool like that.
As I said above – Fabulous – and 3 specials!
They remain with us forever –
What a great experience!
It was. The title of the piece should really have been – Twelve Perfect Hours – because they were.
Anyone who shows a Doms caring side gets my vote. Great little piece here 🙂
Always! And thank you.
It is great to find a connection like this that you didn’t expect, didn’t plan for, and doesn’t need an explanation.
It is the unexpected, unplanned for and unexplainable that stay with us, the very nature of the beast giving it life.
Life, as you know, has its ups and downs. Every now and then there is a moment here, a moment there, when all the worry and hustle seems distant, when the now is all that is. In those moments we are more alive than all the moments leading up to it. Alive, not living, not well or healthy, but alive. It’s a special place… when both nerve and mind act as one, ferral, refined.
A single touch becomes a lifetime, a breath becomes a storm, time lazily wallows back and forth. Nothing is real, everything is real. Like a wave on the beach… breathtaking beauty till its crash is complete… the dominant rides this crest, controlled, guiding, it is the roller coaster of his design.
Just remember, to get in line you have to be ‘this’ tall….
I really enjoyed this 3 part post… really!
First – thank you for reading, and thank you for your warm words. It was one of the most difficult posts to write and I will attempt it again at some point, but that you were able to glimpse through my clumsy attempt to feel the truth is – well – sigh – greatly gratifying.
Your description of Nirvana is beautiful. Having been there, I live as many do, with the wishing ache to feel it again. Sometimes the craving pushes me forward, sometimes it is a burden too heavy to bear. Life’s poison and pleasure – one and the same.
Fabulous. Smiling – special guy – special girl – special night.