closest friends as well as women that I’ve dated. With very few exceptions, they’ve thought that I was weird.
I really wanted to be open about my fetishes and what I’m into but people just don’t get it. It became easier to keep it to myself. I’ve ended up hiding that part of myself from everyone I know and have become very secretive about my dark side. It’s easier to keep it to myself than to worry about who I might be offending.
The women were coming on really strong and I had to distance myself from them. They were saying all the right things and were tempting me to give them what they wanted. If my mind wasn’t on Lexi, I would have had two or three of them in a back room screaming in pleasure and pain. Instead, I walked over to a dark corner of the room so I could sit back and watch what was going on around me.
I grabbed a drink from the bar and stood in the shadows, taking it all in. At the door, a group of girls came walking in and it was clear that they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. They were dressed like they were going to a regular club, not the dungeon that they were coming into. I shook my head as they filed in but nearly spit out my drink when I saw that Lexi was the last person to walk in with the group.
What in the hell was she doing there? Where was her date that was taking her to the ball? Had she been lying to me? I looked around to see if there was a man with her but it looked like it was just her and her girlfriends.
Realizing that she wouldn’t go to the ball with me pissed me off, especially after coming to the realization that she lied to me about having a date. The only question was what I should be doing to get back at her.
As the night went on, I watched her drinking and dancing with her friends. With each drink she downed, I could see her becoming more relaxed and not as concerned with the fact that she was in a bondage club. Sure, there were times their group would stop what they were doing to watch as nipple clamps were attached to a woman before being bent over and flogged. At first, she watched in horror but, as the night wore on, she looked like she may have been enjoying it. That gave me an idea.
On the back wall, there was a leather mask hanging on a hook. I grabbed it and put it on while I waited for Lexi’s friends to go to the bar for more drinks. I’d noticed that she liked to stay on the dance floor while her friends brought her drinks and as soon as she was alone, I made my move.
I walked on the dance floor and went straight in her direction. As I walked past her, I pretended to bump into her, leaving her to look up at me in a combination of fright and fascination. I didn’t say anything to her and she didn’t seem to recognize me, which was exactly what I was going for.
Knowing that Lexi’s friends would be coming back before too long, I started dancing along with the music. She looked at me for a minute before she started dancing again as well. I pulled her in close to me, allowing her to grind against me in time with the music.
I bent down and gave her a kiss on the neck, expecting her to push me away. Instead, she grinded on me even more, enjoying the sensation. If she wasn’t going to make me stop, I planned on teasing her.
I continued kissing her neck and grabbing handfuls of her breasts. The more I did, the dirtier her dancing became. Being under that mask made me feel so powerful, as though there were no rules for me. I could do whatever I wanted to do to her and she would let me.
I decided to try my luck by reaching down and sliding my hand up under her mini-skirt. Instead of being met with resistance, she spread her legs wider allowing me to pull her panties to the side and rub my fingers up against her pussy.
Lexi was wet and appeared to be ready for me. My fingers glided over her clit and slid smoothly inside of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was