We arrive at the club, the porch lights illuminating the facade in a soft, warm glow. My stomach is in knots at the thought of people seeing us together, being so open at the club with our dynamic, but I also need to remember that
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these are our people. This is normal to everyone in here— celebrated, in fact.
I have nothing to fear.
I have nothing to fear, because by my side, is my queen. And tonight, I get to proudly show that to her.
“Who let you degenerates leave the house?” comes a stern, recognisable voice. I smile and turn to face Victoria and a man I've never met before. He has his head bowed, he’s dressed in a tailored suit, and doesn't speak.
“We escaped, don't tell anyone!” I reply, laughing, tilting my head at the gentleman to her side in a quizzical look.
“Pet, you may look and introduce yourself to my friends,” she says quietly to the man next to her. His head lifts, and I see a smile on his face, and I get it. He’s happy in that position. Stripped of any need to think or do, just obey and please.
He holds a hand out to me. “I’m Stefan, pleasure to meet you. I've heard all about you both. You make a wonderful couple.” I shake his hand, and he takes Isabelle's and places a gentle kiss upon her knuckles and goes back to his head bowed position next to Victoria.
Isabelle gives Vic a tight hug, and I see Vic say something to her that I can't make out. The club is busy tonight, and lively music plays in the main room as the
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stages get set up for individual scenes by members. Chatter surrounds us, and I take a moment to absorb it all.
Warm sconces line the hallway, plush carpet beneath our feet—the whole vibe is cosy and classy. Members are dressed in a wide array of outfits, from the woman by the bar in a very feminine floral sundress and heels, to the man clad head to toe in latex, his facial features indistinguishable, knelt at the feet of another woman as she casually chats to her friends.
The bar is busy, and the security man is watchful of everyone's activities, but not in an overbearing way. He is relaxed, approachable, but you can tell he isn't missing a single move by anyone.
A sense of peace and belonging settles over me, as for once I'm here with a purpose, not just muddling through my own feelings, but here to enjoy myself openly. And relief at that tears through me as I look at Isabelle’s smiling face as she chats to Vic.
I feel a gentle tug on my hand as she leads us through the busy crowd to find a table in the far corner, away from the speakers but right in front of a small, intimate circular stage, spotlit from above.
We settle in after Stefan kindly gets the first round of drinks, and Vic gives him permission to talk freely. He leans into me.
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“They’re something, aren't they?” I turn at his question, following his gaze onto Vic as she sits there in her thigh-high leather boots, leather skirt and corset, draped in small, jewelled chains. Her long, red nails hold the stem of a wine glass as her other hand waves animatedly as she regales Isabelle with a story.
“How long have you been with Vic?” I ask him, curious as I'd never heard of this man before, but he sure seems smitten by her.
“We met here about six weeks ago, and we've met up a couple of times each week since then. I've travelled to her club a few times, and she comes down here. She’s amazing. All feisty and strong on the outside, but after, she is the most tender being I've ever encountered.”
I nod, knowing how that feels. After a scene, when all the adrenaline and endorphins are crashing though you, the drop can be a shock. Having Isabelle caring for me, holding me, feeding me after is the most loving, intimate moment. I can't even describe the feelings to myself. She's like my parachute, helping me land carefully and softly into pillowy after-sex bliss.
Vic slaps a hand on Isabelle’s knee and stands to leave. “Pet. Come.”
Stefan stands and gives a wave goodbye. “I’ll see you later; that's my cue.” He drops his head, falling into line behind Vic as she marches out of the main room.
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Isabelle moves to sit next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. “She’s moving into my house.”
“I don't understand why. She doesn't live around here,” I ask, confused.
“She really likes Stefan. She's going to work remotely for most of the week and be around here. He can't work remotely, he's a doctor, so she's going to take over my house lease. I like them together; she seems happy with him.”
I smiled, happy for Isabelle that she would have her closest friend nearby again. And anything that makes her happy, makes me happy.
As I take a sip of my beer, she blurts out, “I want you to scene with me tonight on stage.”
