So, last night I was out clubbing with friends. We went to this place that one of my friends knew about. She said that she had heard this place was unlike anything else. Excited and intrigues, the four of us called for an Uber to take us to the club address.

The driver dropped us on the edge of an industrial complex. So, last night I was out clubbing with three of my friends. We went to this place that one of my friends knew about. She said that she had heard it was unlike anything else. Excited and intrigued, the four of us called for an Uber to take us to the club.

The driver dropped us on the edge of an industrial complex. We looked at each other a little confused. But my friend who brought us here just strode off toward a nearby building. There were a few cars around, but it was too far outside the city to have any foot traffic. 

The evening air was slightly cool on my bare skin. I was wearing a pink square-neck top with puffed sleeves, black double flounce skirt and black pumps. It was a little after 9 pm when we walked to the door under a blue security light. 

The door was painted red. My friend pounded her fist on the door a couple of times. The door opened part way as the thumping sound of a dance re-mix poured out. A guy in his mid-twenties asked for a password. “Das Ficken” she said, which is German for “fucking.” The door opened the rest of the way and we walked inside. 

As the door closed behind us, we were in a dark hallway, lit only by the flashing of the club lights emanating from the room ahead. As we began down the corridor,  the air was heavy… probably from smoke machines around the dance floor which seem popular in clubs. There was a blue glow a heard, combined with flashes of green. 

As we emerged from the hallway, we were suddenly plunged into heart-throbbing dance music that drowned out everything else. There were more people here that I expected, many dancing, some sitting at a few tables around the perimeter of the room, and a crowd around the bar on the left. We headed over for drinks weaving our way through. Another of my friends ordered a couple rounds of shots. The bar tender shouted that they’d be right out and to go grab a table and pointed across the room. 

We made our way through the crowd to a small high-top table. We’d no more gathered when a waitress in ripped jeans and white cut-off t-shirt set a tray of shots on the table. We drank, and as the hum of the alcohol took effect, we began bouncing to the music. The dance-mix never seemed to break, but there was enough variation in the music to keep us moving. 

Before long we were buzzed and beaded with hot sweat. I wanted to find a chair or stool or someplace to sit when a tall woman appeared next to me, she leaned in close to my ear so I could hear her raised voice, “Having fun?” I nodded enthusiastically. We tried to talk over the music, but it was hard to hear and the conversation was stalling. She faced me. Looking down at me, she leaned in and kissed me. Our lips met, gently at first and then with more force. As she pulled way she said, “wanna have some REAL fun?” “What do you mean?” I called back. She gently took my hand and said, “you seem like the type, come with me.”

My friends didn’t seem to notice as she lead me away into the sea of moving bodies moving in unison to the beat of the music hammering in my ears. She lead me toward a corridor across from the one we’d entered through. There was a faded restroom sign above the entrance. 

In the light of the dance floor, I could see that this woman had dark hair pulled into a tight bun on top of hear head. She had dark lipstick and what appeared to be dark matching eyeshadow that was in contrast to her pale skin. She was wearing a tight fitting black vinyl outfit that covered her, neck to wrists, and descended over her slender body to the thin high healed boots she was wearing. Her outfit left little to the imagination, drawing attending to her breasts and her legs that seemed to go on forever.

There was a short set of stairs that dropped us into a small dark hallway where the restrooms were located illuminated by a red lightbulb above the restroom doors.  But we didn’t stop there. This woman continued to lead me by the hand to another door just beyond the restrooms. She pulled something small, thin and round, like a fat ball point pen from a breast pocket and clicked the end with her thumb. The door opens and we entered. 

As the door closed beside us, we descended still more stairs, lit only by small lights in the walls near our feet. As the throbbing dance music began to fade, my ears were ringing. She turned and kissed me again, this time putting a hand high on my back and pulling me into hear. Without thinking, I passionately responded. As her hands roamed my back and caressed by butt, my hands glided across our outfit. I found her breasts and tried to squeeze them, but her outfit was already doing that. She pushed my hands down and said, “not yet” in a sharp tone. I was a little shocked as this was not at all what I expected from her. 

Actually, I had no idea what to expect. We were now in darkened room. There was an electric hum in the air, but barely indistinguishable over the the still audible dance music. She pushed me into a chair and said, “relax, this is gong to be fun.”

The chair was firm and yet surprisingly comfortable for such a hard surface. The seat was weird, it wasn’t complete. The woman moved toward me, I thought she was going to kiss me again, but she reached behind me. I heard a small click and then a buzzing sound. She pressed closer and seemed to be doing something when I felt the tingle of vibrations pulse over my butt, across my thighs and then stop directly over my vulva. This chair had an opening directly under me that allowed this… well what ever it was, to press between my legs.

“Does that wand feel good on your pussy?” She whispered. Over come by the sensation combined with the surprise of this all, I nodded. “Very good.” She quipped. And pulled away. I sat still, entranced by the vibrations coursing through me. The pressure on my vulva increase slightly and the vibrations seemed like waves on the shore, washing up over my whole body.

When I had sat down, my short skirt moved in such a way that the fabric barely covered my ass and the fabric of my pink cotton panties was exposed. Which is what the head of the vibrating wand was pressed against. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my push-up bra. As I sat, I found myself pushing against the seat of the chair, trying to increase the pressure and the vibrations against my body. 

As I began gently rocking my hips in an attempt to increase the stimulation from the device below me, the woman stepped in front of me. She stood with her hands on her hips, feet shoulder length apart and said,”I’m Mistress Veronica, and I can make you feel pleasures you’ve never felt before. Would you like that?” “Yes.” I answered. “Yes.. Mistress.” she echoed. I didn’t know what was happening. She slapped my cheek and demanded, “repeat after me, ‘Yes Mistress.’” I repeated her words which seemed to satisfy her. 

She reached to her throat and began to slowly pull the full-length zipper that descended down her torso and between her legs. Bare skin became visible underneath and she stopped just above her naval. The material was now parted in such a way that I could see the fullness of her breasts spilling out, but not her nipples. 

She spoke gently but firmly, “remove your top and bra.” I didn’t move, stunned at the command I’d been given. She stepped toward me, repeating the command while grabbing my jaw so that our eyes met. There was fire in her stare, but a cool calmness in her actions. “Kindly, remove.” She said pushing my jaw to the side and releasing me. As I reached to pull my top up over my head, she yelled, “YES MISTRESS!” I timidly echoed the words. After unfastening my bra, I now sat bare chested rocking against the vibration coming from below me.

“Let’s remove these too.” She said as she reached for my waist and continued, “Up!” I lifted my hips as she had blocked my ability to stand, and somehow she managed to pull my skirt and underwear down in one swift motion. Now I sat completely naked expect my skirt and underwear held between my ankles.

My mistress spoke, “Now, let’s begin.”

(To be continued…)

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