THE ESCORT

THIRTY-THREE | YES, SIR

WARNING⚠️

Warning for this chapter my dears. Discussions of abuse, witnessing a scene, and talks of the community itself. Thread carefully, but have fun.

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This was really a strip bar.

Where naked women did stuff. But, the woman was tied there, her legs open, breasts free. Everyone could see her.

Elodie started to go forward, but stopped when she noticed that no one was making any move to help the woman. Some were even watching her openly. A man in shiny dark blue latex and a wife-beater within a roped off area busy with some metal things in his hands.

Elodie made herself study the woman on the cross thing. Eyes on the man in latex, the blonde wasn't hurting; her squirms betrayed that she was provoking the man.

She wanted to be tied up and displayed like that?

Biting her lip, Elodie tried to imagine what type of person would willingly give themselves up to another person. Giving up control and power and trusting the person not to hurt you.

It was indecent and not proper.

So, why was she fascinated?

Why did this place feel like a a dream come true, but so much more erotic than she'd ever imagined?

Her face flushed when she remembered A-Sir telling her how much women fantasized being treated by men that way.

Elodie looked at the woman again. A little voice whispered: what would that be like?

Heat flared in her belly at the thought of being there, wrists lashed...no. I have to keep moving.

She threaded through the spectators, past the roped-off area. Most of the members were in couple or groups, and Elodie felt conspicuously alone.

And underdressed, even if she wore more than most of the woman. But she showed enough cleavage to draw the eyes, and her breasts bounced with each steps she took.

People brushed past,, leaving perfume, cologne, and musk in their wake. A couple went by, the man leading the woman with a leash around her neck, the heady scent of sex permeated the air around them.

Elodie touched a hand to her neck. Her core actually shook as she imagined being collared that way, hands around her neck, holding down with enough pressure to cut off her air flow, touching her. A man—Sir—doing anything he wanted to her.

She felt like a kitten freed like the kennel, faring forth on a new adventure, ears forward, tails held up high.

It was like walking through a twisted scene of Alice In Wonderland, Elodie decided, one where all the characters had just sex on their minds.

She was propositioned by a woman, by a fat man with enough stomach rolls to hide his really tight leather clad thighs, by two couples thralling for threesomes. Hell, there was even one weird guy who wanted her to...

"You want me to tie you up?" She repeated in disbelief. Surely there were laws about these things?

He had big Hazel eyes, full pink lips. Chains and leather harness that displayed toned muscles. He nodded so hard she worried for his neck. "Yes, please, mistress."

Elodie pursed her lips. "I don't go around tying people. Guys, especially."

He looked so disappointed, lips down turned at the corner. He reminded her of the emoji itself. But he did perk up when she patted his head like she'd seen that man do earlier. He tipped his head and rubbed against her like a cat.