Looking so lost, she stared transfixed at the scene unfolding before her. Cuffed to a cross arms and legs spread wide a woman moaned in ecstasy as another woman whipped the shit out of her with a big scary looking flogger. When her girlfriend had suggested they visit the local BDSM club on a lark she had thought it would be a fun adventure now she wasn’t so sure. Was this the way she wanted to spend her Valentines Day? She could be out looking for a hot guy to shower her with flowers and candy, not watching these deprived people find pleasure in whips and chains. Like a train wreck though she couldn’t look away. Watching the woman wielding the flogger run her hands lovingly down the welts she’s just put on the other girls back. She couldn’t believe the beauty and attraction between the two. Turning to hiss at her friend they should get out of there, she realized she’d been dumped. Her friend was out on the floor dancing with two men. Damn and damnation she thought to herself. Served her right for letting her so called friends try to make her feel better about the loss of another boyfriend in a long string of them. The longest only last a few months. This last one only a few weeks, before he annoyed the hell out of her with his clingy whiny ways. Moving around the crowd she tried to find a quiet spot away from the frantic energy going on with all the playing and dancing in the place. Seeing a curtain she slipped through it into a back room only to run headfirst straight into the back of a tall handsome man in leather. She could smell the delicious aroma of the leather as her nose smacked right into his jacket. Turning he grabbed her tightly.

“There you are it’s about time. It just figures serves me right for agreeing to do this without my own slave. Come on we’re late.”

Grabbing her he propelled her further into the dark bowels of the back room before she could protest. He continued his monolog not even looking at her.

“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted the use of someone else’s slave without even seeing a picture. What are you wearing? It’s hideous.” He hissed.

She looked down at her stylish peasant skirt, and flared shirt incensed. She’d spent a lot of time picking out this outfit, and had got lots of compliments on it. Coming to a spot he stopped before a bench with all kinds of things lied out on it. She eyed the assortment in amazement wondering what most of it was. Once again he just ignored her and started grabbing items. He picked up what looked like a ball with a strap around it and grabbing her forced it into her mouth fastening it around her head as she struggled futilely still trying to protest he’d mistook her for someone else. He just shook her.

“Struggle all you want for the crowd they love it, but we so don’t have time for this because of your lateness. Be still girl!” he growled at her.

She stopped shocked looking at him eyes wide, wondering what was going on. He must have taken that for acquiescence because he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and to her horror pulled of her shirt and skirt before she could even move. His hands roamed over her body freely as her heart beat like thunder in her ears. She had no clue what was happening and no idea how to stop