The Misogynist (Republished)

New Year's Eve

Elizabeth and I had been talking about this for a while. We wanted to go to this new club in Budapest for New Year's Eve, but it wasn't really the kind of club we normally frequented. It was a higher-class place, with a strict formal dress code. We figured it was our first New Year's Eve as a couple and we wanted to celebrate in style. We booked a room and planned to leave the next morning.

We drove into Budapest in the late afternoon and got into our room. Elizabeth and I made the most of it and spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening making slow love and drinking wine. Neither of us wanted to orgasm, since we planned to get back to the hotel later that night and finish. The idea was to get ourselves on edge and spend the whole time at the bar completely turned on.

Elizabeth was going to be wearing an open backed scarlet coloured dress which accentuated her curves and bust perfectly. The only things keeping the dress on her body were strings which tied together at two places—between her shoulder blades, and at her ass. She bought a new pair of strappy black leather high heels to go with the dress. She wore nothing underneath. Her finger- and toenails were painted the same colour as her dress, and her lipstick also matched. She had curled her gorgeous long red hair so that it framed her face and hung down around her shoulders. All the red on her made her beautiful light brown eyes pop in contrast. When she walked out of the bathroom after doing her make up, I was stunned into silence.

I had on a suit comprised of black pants and jacket, a pale blue shirt, shiny black leather shoes and a dark grey silk tie. Elizabeth insisted I looked fantastic, but compared to her radiance, I looked like a hobo.

By the time we were finished getting ready, it was nearly 10 pm and we called a taxi to our hotel. I slipped on her coat for her, and we left. I grabbed something and stuffed it into my pocket without her seeing on my way out and shut the door behind me. I was counting on the wine coursing through her to make her go along with my plan.

The ride to the club was short. When we stopped out front, I got out and walked around to Elizabeth's side to open her door and helped her out of the cab. I took her hand and helped her step out, then smiled at her and slipped an arm around her back as we walked toward the non-descript looking building. The windows were blacked out, and it was quieter than you would have expected a bar to be on New Year's Eve. There was someone out front standing next to a solid, old looking door. A door man, I presumed. Above the door was a sign, and in stylish lettering, it said, "A Létesítmény," the name of the bar.

When we approached the door, the man said in a gruff voice, "Name." You had to have a reservation to even get into the bar. I guess that was why it was so quiet outside.

I gave him my name and he looked down his list and nodded, looking back up at me, then to Elizabeth. His eyes stuck for a moment, her beauty tending to have that effect on men no matter the situation, and then reached to open the door for us.

When we walked into the building, we found ourselves in a dimly lit quiet antechamber. It seemed ominous for some reason. It was a short passage with another door at the end of it, and about halfway down the hallway was a window of sorts. There was another sign above the next door which read the same as the one outside, but in smaller lettering. I slipped her coat off her shoulders and hung it over my forearm before taking what I had grabbed before we left from my pocket. Before Elizabeth could react, I pulled her arms behind her back, then affixed a brand new pair of shiny handcuffs onto her wrists and grinned at her, then pulled a pair of black leather fingertip-less gloves from my other pocket and slipped them on. She looked at me in shock.

"Wait...what..." she spluttered.

I leaned in close and pressed my lips to her ear and whispered softly, "Tonight you're my property and you'll do whatever I say. No matter what." The idea had occurred to me shortly after she suggested that we go to an upper class club. The idea of us being dressed formal and her being mine to own for one night was exhilarating, and I knew that once she got into it she would enjoy it just as much as I would.