Mackenzie's POV
It's a beautiful night, the Stars glistened glistened above me as I walked slowly down the street to my favourite place in the world. The BDSM bar, it's not like any other bar though its like a club, you have to be BDSM to get in or out....
I like to think of myself as a submissive, I mainly go here looking for my own dominant partner but dominants are hard to come by these days.
So I go and sit at the bar as per usual, sitting pretty like a wall flower. The mood music was loud tonight, and people were dancing, bumping and grinding like crazy. Just past the dance floor there are red corner couches and chairs one after the other. People were macking on each others faces in the chairs but at one of the corner couches it looks like a bunch of men were making a business deal. But the one man sitting in the centre of it all was looking directly at me, he was handsome with jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes, he was dressed in a black business suit that suited him well. He also wore glasses but he took them off in the midst of looking at me. He excused himself from the bunch and started walking towards me. His dominance was clear to me but I'm a defiant submissive so I didn't bother to look away as he hardened his gaze at me. He stopped about an arms length away from me and smirked at me.
"I like your collar." He says. His voice was husky, prevalent and smooth, it gave me shivers.
"Thank-" he cut me off by looping a finger in my collar and pulling me close to his body, he pulls me close enough to whisper in my ear.
"I know something else you would look good in." He says in a hushed tone. I smirk behind his back but quickly wipe it off my face as he pulls away from my ear and looks in my eyes.
"Greg, is six open?" I ask my good friend behind the counter without breaking eye contact with the man with his finger in my collar.
"Yup!" Greg says. I smirk and take the mans hand.
"Come with me..." I say dragging the mysterious man behind me. I walk him behind the counter and into the back where there is a long corridor with rooms on each side. i walk up to the door that has a big six on it and smile.
"Where are we?" The man asks.
"This is my half of the bar, I own this. And this room here is my office. Only special people get to come back here..." I say opening the door. Up against the wall closest to the door my desk sits, there's a couch in one corner. A bed with chain at the other and along the back wall are toys. But the wall and corner to the left is empty. Left blank like an empty canvas for those of us whom are creative enough to think of a way to use the space.
"So what are you exactly?" I chuckle and sit on my desk while he shuts the door and cross my legs.
"I'm a submissive. Nothing less, I hook people up other submissive's with dominants mostly, still searching for one myself." The man smirks and looks down at his feet then back up at me.
"Well I guess you can quit searching... You found one that's intrigued." I hum and uncross my legs.
