| Straight: BDSM: Finding Her (1/7) |
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Dear reader, let me tell you a story. My name is Cassandra, I am what some people call a dominant or even a Mistress. Such titles I believe are only given to find a comfortable niche for the media or those without the minds to understand what the lifestyle means to those who live it and not just seek the thrill of something different. But I digress and such is a matter for another time. No with this I wish to tell the beginning of how I met someone who became very special to me. It was very warm that evening, if my recollection serves me correctly, another Friday night in the capital of England. The bright lights and multitude of sights could be so intoxicating to those unaccustomed to them. I recall my first trip to the west end of London when I was younger; it too was a magical place to me, with so much to see and experience. Although I was never allowed to stray more than a few feet from my guardians on that first magical trip, the moment stayed with me and I felt forever linked with this magical place. But enough nostalgia, for I could ramble on for too long and forget that I wish to speak of other matters and that special person. It was just after 11pm and Leicester square was just starting to become filled with a variety of partygoers and movie theatre users. The usual summer mood was in full swing with several small rides and sideshow attractions that flashed and played music to add to the excitement of the night to come. Weaving through the growing crowds of people, I stood under the bright lights of a nightclub and watched people standing in line to gain admission to the pounding music beyond, burly doormen stood watch over the crowds like some kind of barely animated statues. Moving on past the club, my eyes spied a group of men and women dressed in bright coloured Basques and stocking moving towards me and then turning down a smaller side street towards a cinema. A giant pair of red lips were visible on a black background of a poster, with a slogan ‘Don’t dream it, be it.’ The group quickly disappeared from view and into the cinema and I moved on, side stepping a group of overeager young men who had obviously felt the need to over indulge at a bar before starting this night. Stopping once more to take a last look at the crowds, the happy faces out for a night of fun and excitement, I realized the clubs that they were to frequent that night were not what I wished to see. Turning I stepped down a small alley I was quickly in a much quieter place. The noise of the amusements and crowds were nothing more than a soft noise in the distance now as I stopped outside a disused and boarded up restaurant window. Pulling open a metal gate, I put one foot forward on the top step of a small set of concrete stairs and began to walk down towards the basement of this apparently disused building. The sounds of music grew stronger as I took each step bringing myself closer to the smooth even ground and the door to the building, the noise gave the observer the impression of a club, whilst the boarded windows above gave the illusion of nothing more than an out of business restaurant. My left foot touched the |
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