Bound to You

Chapter one

My eyes judgingly scan the reflection that the mirror casts from my freshly painted toes sticking out of my open heels, to the very last strand of hair on my head. The black lingerie is hugging my body, exposing a lot of skin; too much skin. I feel very exposed - I AM very exposed. My jacket is hanging loosely on my sunkissed shoulders, dropping down just above my knees. I take a step closer to the mirror to examine my face. For once, in ages, I actually feel quite good-looking with my makeup. I usually don't wear much, mostly just out of laziness, but tonight I thought it would only help with my insecurities. The black eye makeup makes my eyes cat-like and very sexy and inviting. I lift my finger to remove a smudge of dark red lipstick below my lower lip and take a step back again.

"Will you stop doubting yourself, you look hot as hell". Sophia appears in the background with a pair of gold hoop earrings in her hands. Her heels tap on the floor as she walks towards me, handing me the earrings. I take them out of her hand and begin putting them in my ears.

"I cannot believe you talked me into this", I mumble bitterly.

"No one asked you to raise the stakes. If you can't handle the consequences of losing, don't play the game to begin with". She smirks. I, in return, grunt in frustration with a smile on my face and give her a light push with my fist.

"It's fine. No one will be looking at me anyways when you're walking next to me", I say and look at my finished outfit with the earrings in. But no matter what earrings I wear, or how much makeup I bear, my looks cannot compare with Sophias. Her hourglass body and stunning facial features are staring back at me in the mirror, viciously laughing at all my missed opportunities at the gym.

"Oh fuck off, we're both stunning and you know it. Now shut up, put your fanny in neutral gear and let's get out of here". I laugh at her phrasing, knowing she's right, and squat down for my purse. Having to do a small run I catch up to her just at the door, before she suddenly turns around at me. "Shit! The masks!", she outbursts and rushes beside me into the living room. I close my jacket tightly around my almost naked body, feeling the insides of the jacket on my bare skin, as she runs back with two black masquerade masks in her hand. Handing me one of them, she puts the other one on herself and faces the door. Before I know it, we're in the back of the cab, watching the lights flash past as the car goes to the freeway.

The late-summer breeze hits my calves as I step out of the cab, focusing hard on not slipping in the small puddles that have formed on the streets of London as a result of the hard pouring rain earlier. The street lights reflect in the puddles, making the concrete light up and the city seem even busier than usual, despite the late hour. Sophia takes the lead, and I follow her along the street trying to calm my thoughts and remain at ease, despite my urge to tuck my tail between my legs and run as fast as possible in my high heels. We reach a big, dark door guarded by a bald, scary-looking man. I can feel my heart beating in my throat.

"Buttons and ties", she says quietly to the man, before he steps aside and lets us both in. This place is very secluded, and since tonight is anonymous and for guests with plus-ones, we work in codewords and not IDs as usual - or so I've been told.

"Smooth", I mockingly say to her, and she shushes me as we walk past the guard, and enter the door. Behind it is a very dimly lit hallway, with a red velvet wall-to-wall carpet. The walls are covered in Oakwood framed paintings of very simple things, such as a tie, a martini or a silk robe. There is something oddly sexual about the hallway, and as we walk further along, music and voices can be heard louder with each step. We finally reach the end of the hallway, with a small desk and two women dressed in only lingerie and a corset topped off with a mask similar to ours, and a velvet drape blocking the view of what I can only assume is the actual dungeon.

"Hello ladies, and welcome to Playrooms. For safety precautions I need to check that your name is on the invite list, and of course, this information will remain anonymous for the rest of the night". Her voice is very calm and welcoming. I clench my fists in my hand, trying not to shake.

"Of course. It's Adams, with a plus-one", Sophia says. The lady scans her list before finding it and checking it off.

"Thank you. The rules were also stated in your invitation, but let me briefly summarize the most important ones for tonight: touching without consent is, of course, absolutely prohibited; if you feel or get uncomfortable around a Dom, do not hesitate to speak with them or our staff. It is our number one priority that you feel safe and comfortable; do not disrupt scenes or aftercare, as these are essential to everyone having a good time here. Now, for tonight are you Doms, Subs or Sex Slaves?". I suddenly choke on my spit and start coughing as a result of her last question. Are we what?

"Excuse her. We are both Subs, thank you", Sophia says and gives me a small nudge with her elbow directly into my ribcage. I groan silently. She hands us two small, very pretty pins with an S on them.

"Please, your jackets", the other lady says and takes a step forward to us. My heart skips a beat. I look frightened up at Sophia, her mouthing the words 'It's okay' before removing her jacket and revealing her sexy outfit. I take a deep breath and remove mine too. The lady taking our coats does not seem to care one minute and gives us each a small coat check ticket in return. I tuck the ticket under my bra and stick the pin to it. My corset is making me feel less revealed, but I don't recall having ever let any strangers see me in this little clothing. Sophia extracts her arm and grabs mine, locking it in her elbow.

"Enjoy your night", the one lady says and removes the velvet drape, revealing the entire dungeon. My jaw drops.