Her Male Model (Femdom)

BackLash

Coals POV

I walk beside Alex as we make our way down the stairs. I can feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and  my breath feels like it's caught in my throat. This is just so new to me. I have no idea how to act or what to expect.

Alex leads me further down the dimly lit stairs, approaching a heavy wooden door. It's practically vibrating from the music just beyond. This is it. Alex pushes the doors open, and we are immediately hit with a blast of music. I can tell right off the bat that Backlash is different from other clubs. The music is dark and sensual, in stark contrast to the usual pop music found in clubs. The lighting also appears to be different. Instead of strobe or LED lights, there is a warm glow cast around the room. It emanates from the corners of the club, and trails throughout the dance floor.

Alex looks back at me and grabs my hand, leading me onto the dance floor.

The first thing I notice is how small everyone is around me. I'm at least a foot taller than everyone on the dance floor, and a hundred pounds heavier. Both the men and women alike showcase thin, tapered waists, accentuated by various leather outfits. They move fluidly to the music, dancing as if they weigh nothing at all. Though I suppose they do weigh practically nothing. Next to everybody else, I look like a giant.

I glance around the room, looking more closely this time. Everyone on the dance floor appears to be submissive. I don't know how I know, other than my intuition. That and the way they jump out of my way with bowed heads. I raise an eyebrow. They must think I am like Kat...A dominant. Them and everyone else apparently.

The Doms appear to be primarily sitting at the bar or in small, lit alcoves. Some watch the subs on the dance floor with amusement, and others seem to have already found their partners for the night. I study their interactions for a moment. The doms all seem to be confident, and well-muscled for the most part. Even the women display fine amounts of athleticism. They have a certain level of sharpness about them. Intelligent, powerful individuals. Just like Kat.

The subs they have pulled from the dance floor sit on their laps or on the floor in front of them, looking completely at ease. They eat up the attention from their chosen doms, with big doe eyes and soft smiles. I look away, blushing. I'm disgusted by their behavior...and yet, I know that is exactly how I looked when Kat came over last night. Vulnerable and soft. I grimace.

The longer we stand near the doms, the more I can feel their attention begin to drift toward me. Their gaze makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. There's lust, with an undertone of violence. It's unnerving to say the least. As if Alex can sense it as well, he begins to pull me through the crowd and over to a small table. It has various items on it, the most prominent being a long line of thin leather collars. There's also various canisters of body glitter.

Alex hands me a collar and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Put it on. It signals that you are either taken or aren't in the market." I make a face. I've never worn a collar before. Though it really looks more like a choker than anything. I suppose I can bear the humiliation for one night, especially if it keeps me from being hit on by Doms. I snap the leather into place. It sits surprisingly light around my neck. The feeling is strange, but not entirely unwelcome.

Alex strips out of his shirt then, and I fight the urge to raise my eyebrow again.

"The body glitter is just for fun, so you don't have to use any if you don't want."

Alex picks up a canister of silver body glitter and sprays it over his chest. Then he hands me the bottle.

"Would you get my back?" I almost laugh at the sentiment. As if he were merely asking me to put some sunscreen on him, and not fucking body glitter. Tonight has been wild already.