Bonded to him

Sex Club

The smell of sex and sweat fills the clouded air as I walk through the beaded door . The small pink band attached to my wrist showing I'm new. I look around as I walk in. Girls hardly wearing no clothes submitting to men looking innocent. Can you be innocent if your in a club like this? The people turn to me as I walk through. Feeling insecure with my lack of clothing in front of at least 30 people. 

As the people give me weird looks I wraps my sun kissed arms around my half naked body feeling subconscious. I stop curiously as I see a woman on her knees looking at the floor while her 'master' walks around her. Like a predator stalking it's prey. Like he's waiting for her to disobey. His lips move and she nods looking up. She says something and the man smirks wickedly as she blushes shyly. She turns her head away her crystal blue eyes in me direction. Her master forces her to look at him. She bites her violet lips and receive a light slap.  Dominance radiates off him. Of almost every man in this club.

I walk thither into the club.

Stopping again. A girl is in black leather holding a whip as she walks around a man. She hits him with the whip and I cringe.

Ouch.

I think I'd punch her for using that... But does it feel good the rich leather against my delicate... someone's delicate flesh?

He whimpers himself as the whip leaves a mark against his back. I walk away fiddling with my ring nervously. I'm so out of place here.

I see a window and people... Mainly men looking inside. I look around and notice more windows and people looking into the room. Their is one window with know one in. I walk over to it and see it's a room. The room has many different devices from whips to crops. Their is a red bed chains on the walls. Their is a strange cross in the corner of the massive room. My hands go onto the cold glass almost trying to reach in to feel the torture devices.

"What is a little girl like you doing here?" A man asks close to my ear making me jump forward and spin.

"Sorry sir." I say, "You scared me." He chuckles and smirks looking at me.

"Are you going to answer me?" He asks and I frown.

"Oh... Erm... My mate told me to come here." I answer.

"Why?" He asks taking my hand in his bigger warm homely hand before guiding me through the people to a room.  He sits on the sofa and points next to him. "Sit." He orders and I do. "Why?" He asks.

"She thought me being here would help." I say and he looks at me confused, "Personally." I speak as a frown blesses my lips.

He laughs and I look into his dazzling blue almost grey eyes.

"Name?" He asks and I smile.

"I was taught not to tell a stranger my name Sir." I say smartly and he glares at me, "Winter. My name is Winter, Sir." I say and he nods.

"Nice too meet you grace." He says and I smile. "Do you have any questions about this life style?" He asks and I frown.

"Why do the girls or submissive have to wear revealing lingerie while I take it your probably a dominate or master or something." I make a small statement and he laughs.

"Well to show the submissive their place of course." He says and I giggle. 'Submissive their place' what the fuck?

"What do the submissive get out of submitting to the Dominates?" I ask once I stop giggling childishly and he smirks.

"Why you interested?" He asks and I blush and shake my head.

"Isn't my scene..." I trail off.

"I've been watching you since you walked in. Your eyes lit up when you saw everything. Like you  wanted to know more." He says. "I bet you're wet watching it." He speaks and my voice gets caught in my throat as I know the thin material covering my most valued area is wet. I gulp and he smirks. "Would you submit?" He asks and I shake my head playing with my ring.

"I don't do well with orders." I say, "I've never listened to rules once in my life." I speak honestly.

"Well the wrong person was the one commanding you. You did listen to my orders." He leans back his smirk still on his lips. "Engaged or previously engaged?" He questions and I frown.

"Neither." I say and he nods at me.

"Would you want to try?" He asks, "BDSM is great I can show you." He says grabbing my hand.

"Erm..." I bite my lip hoping I don't regret my next words, "Sure Sir."