Nightlife

Last Wednesday Conny and I went to the same club where I was a suspension bondage model the previous week with Nori. This club isn't a play space like Paddles, but more of a regular night club that has a fetish/SM night. There's loud music and a regular bar, and lots of people milling about in their best fetishwear. Because alcohol is served theres no nudity allowed, but people sometimes play with each other and there are various performances on the stage.

We came to the club following an amusing T.E.S. meeting and a romantic dinner. The night started on an encouraging note when we got in paying the cover price for those in fetishwear. I was in leather pants, funky semi sheer black shirt and my collar locked around my neck. Conny was in a shiny black skirt, black top and some high shiny black boots. We were both expecting to pay the "All in black" $10 charge, so we were happy when we were judged worthy and allowed in for only $5. It wasn't the overall $10 savings as much as knowing we had the look.

We had some drinks and worked the room a bit. There was certainly plenty to look at, though. Needless to say Conny was approached a few times by various interested people. The SM club scene isn't like a regular club and the presence of an escort doesn't explicitly mean don't approach, and the approach doesn't have the same intent either. Well, not exactly the same intent. We both enjoyed the attention, though, and it was fun.

I don't know how it happened. Somehow Conny's tugs on the collar as she lead me around the place escalated. Without as much as a word spoken, I found myself on my knees. Next thing I was kissing her boots... With nothing but gentle pulling on the chain around my neck or on my hair, she guided me into various servile positions. I was only barely aware of the eyes of the small crowd that formed around us, watching. Mostly I was aware of the feeling of surrender and bliss. I completely forgot I was crawling around on a less than clean club floor in my leather pants. That's how good it was.

After several minutes, another patron watching felt a bit swept away by the scene and was pleading with Conny to be her slave. Of course, she politely declined his offer to kiss her foot. I guess I was doing an adequate job. It was pretty powerful to be able to effect someone like that.

After our scene, we chatted with a gentleman from Argentina who very much enjoyed our display. He extended an invitation to join him at his place nearby for some champagne and perhaps more fun. We said goodnight instead and poured ourselves into a taxi home. We were both on top of the world, and mutually amazed at what had just happened, seemingly effortlessly and out of nowhere.

Our experience the following Saturday night at Paddles was a little different...
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