by Cee Smith
It was a bit surprising to see Fetish as busy as any of the other times I had visited. I knew it was open six days a week, but somehow my mind concluded that this place didn’t exist when I wasn’t here; as if this was a world built out of my imagination.
“Indigo.” The woman with slick blonde hair greeted me. Did Everett tell her I was coming today? Or was she never surprised by the frequency of patrons?
“Is he here yet?” I looked beyond Gail, checking for him in the crowd.
“Don’t you want to be surprised? Don’t you like the thrill of the unknown?” To my curious ears the questions spoken so casually sounded much more clandestine. Maybe it was just the box that made the weight of every word, look, and action of those around me feel darker. A little more twisted. Like my secrets, our secrets, weren’t as private as I thought they were.
The box.
The fact that he gave it to me beyond the walls of our play-space, at work in the real world, changed things. It was a subtle shift. One that would require my thorough inspection later; away from eyes I felt could see right through to what was happening. This place, the bits of Everett doled out to me like scraps from a soup kitchen—they would never be enough. Not for me.
I wanted Vett, Everett, and Mr. Belford.
Handing over my coat, I answered, “I suppose you’re right.”
The room was just as we’d left it the Thursday before. With lingering eyes, I got undressed. How many Tuesdays and Thursdays had this room seen? I knew I wasn’t the first, and though everything was exceptionally clean, I could tell the room had definitely gotten some usage in its day. The spanking bench wore two little divots in the leather where I imagined the weight of a woman sat perched, ass up, waiting. Bricks above the headboard shimmied loose in the absence of mortar. The unmistakable appearance of dinged metal around the posts of the bed.
Everett didn’t make me wait long. I was barely seated at the foot of the bed before the snick of the door flickered across my spine, making my knees slide from beneath me.
“Just as eager as I am, I see.”
Placing my knees firmly beneath me, I waited, aware of his every step.
“And you have your present. Did you already look inside the box?”
“Was I not supposed to, sir?”
“I would say that’s reason enough to give you a spanking, wouldn’t you?”
“Do you really need a reason, sir?”
“No, I don’t, and since the only language you seem to know is sass, I don’t think I’ll ever be without a reason. That’ll have to wait though. I have other plans for you tonight. You may stand, Indigo.”
When I stood and turned to face him his hands fell over my shoulder, brushing lightly alongside my neck before dropping down across my arms. “I’m going to take you to one of the play areas. You remember your safeword.”
I nodded quickly. “Director.”
“If you become uncomfortable or need to return to this room for any reason, I want you to use your safeword. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now as for your present. That is the only thing you will be wearing out of this room. Bend over. Hands flat on the bed.”
I followed his instruction, dropping down so my ass was raised. Down on the bed, I faced him, watching as he opened a drawer and closed it shortly thereafter. The mattress bounced where he tossed a tube of liquid and I scrambled to read the contents.
“Legs apart.”
While shifting into position he smacked my ass, the clap of his hand echoing around the room and hitting me twice as hard when the sound returned. He rubbed out the leftover sting, warming both cheeks with the soothing touch of his hand.
One hand fell between my cheeks, passing my puckered entrance to wedge itself between my folds.
“Your eagerness is addictive. If I didn’t already have plans for this little ass, I would make you sit on my cock right this second.”
My legs fell wider, allowing space for the need growing between my legs. I moaned at the friction of his fingers dribbling my clit up and down. He pressed down hard and I felt a shock shoot up to my throat. Had it been sixty seconds from the time he began touching me? I was ashamed at how desperate my body was to come. Like oxygen to fire, his fingers fanned the flames inside me, turning my need into a raging inferno.
With vigorous fingers he continued rubbing tight circles that pressed down harder with each completed circle. He pressed harder at my back, his suit adding a delicious friction to my sensitive skin. I needed to regain some control. I fisted the sheets, clinging to the last of my restraint. His cloth-covered cock brushed the inside of my thigh and I nearly lost it.
He scooped up the wetness dripping between my thighs and pressed it against my tightened entrance. A thick digit slipped in and my body tensed at the intrusion. He continued on, rubbing and scooping, his fingers drawing deeper into my ass with each pass.
“Please, sir. Oh, God. I don’t think I can hold out.”
“Then come for me, precious.”
I opened my mouth, feeling the barreling force of the scream ready to break loose. My stomach clenched. His fingers twirled, and the pressure of my release came barreling down. As the moan transformed into a scream, I felt the sharp pinch of my ass being stretched around something larger than his fingers. It was cold upon first touch, only growing warmer around the snugness of my body.
After the shocks of my orgasm wore off and the sting of my ass being stretched turned into a different kind of ache, he pulled me upright. The tail swished with the adjustment, rubbing against my thighs to remind me of its presence and my nudity. Inside the box the tail was beautiful, somewhat majestic, cute even. With the plug inside of me it felt different. My cheeks heated, marking the truth of my reaction to this addition. It was still all of those things—beautiful, majestic, cute—but once inside of me, and with the knowledge of the public display, the thought of wearing it made me feel awkward. Would I be the only one wearing a tail?
“There.” He leaned in, his jaw brushing mine in his attempt to reach my ear. He didn’t need to whisper here in this room, but I welcomed the closeness. “I would say this tail was made for you. Sassy tail. Sassy girl.”
He squeezed my cheeks together, rotating them beneath his palms. The feeling added pressure to the plug and I rolled my hips seeking something to grind against.
“Come now. I’ll let you hump my leg later.”
Wednesday, September 30th Continued
Instead of turning left and heading back to the main area, we made a right and went deeper into the building. To an area I’d never been in before. The hallways and rooms added to the labyrinth of the building. We stopped outside of a door and he palmed the wall, popping open a hidden door leading to another closet.
“All pets must wear a leash in the silver room.” He removed a thin leather strap with a collar attached and held it up for me to see. The collar was just as thin with a small silver bell dangling from the strap. Everett motioned for me to turn around. I moved slowly, looking back at the collar he held in his hand.
His hand stopped mid-air and his eyebrow quirked up in question. I could hear this thoughts almost daring me to say my safeword. I turned back around, and he clasped the collar around my neck. He pushed the door open in front of me and nudged me forward as his chest bumped me into the room. Tripping across the threshold, I was halted by the sight before me.
To my right was a bar that wrapped around half of the room. There were barstools on the other side of the bar top, but what caught my eyes were the little silver bowls to the right of each chair. A woman sat at the bar with thigh-high leather boots, a laced-up corset, and a mini skirt that barely covered her ass from the chair beneath. It was the man at her feet that caught my attention. He was hunched over on all fours, licking milk out of one of the bowls. He wasn’t the only one on his knees though. I touched my collar, as I noticed a familiar theme. Everyone in the room was one of two things: either the one holding a leash or the o
ne wearing the collar.
“On all fours, precious.”
Our appearance garnered no attention as I dropped down on shaky legs. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being in a room, nearly naked (save for the fur tail and silver collar), on all fours in a room full of people. Although, I did feel comforted in seeing other people in the same state.
Crawling across the padded floors, I took notice of the faces of those around me. The man licking cream from the bowl licked his lips and rested his head on the woman’s lap while she twirled his hair. His face glowed with pleasure, and he wasn’t the only one.
“This way.” Everett tugged the leash, leading me to a corner booth. He took a seat and when I moved to sit down next to him he stopped me with the shake of his finger, “Uh-uh.” I took a look at the adjacent booths and recognition dawned on me. Without protestation, I sunk down on the mat next to him.
“Relax, Indigo.” Unhappy with where I sat at his feet, he pulled me closer, drawing me against his leg until the weight of my body was propped up by him. The position wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Much better than what I could say for some of the others around the room. I watched a woman across the room in a black PVC jumpsuit that looked like Catwoman upright on her knees balancing what looked like a pencil on the tip of her nose. A woman in a plum latex dress sat behind her, staring up at the clock above the door.
“Ah yes, Svetlana and her tricks. I believe she gets one orgasm for every minute she can balance that pencil. It’s quite astonishing to see how long she can go.”
“What’s the longest she’s gone?”
“Maybe four minutes. At least that’s the longest I’ve seen.”
A woman sat atop the table, facing the direction of the door—a position I was all too familiar with. She also had a tail, but hers was less fluffy and a bit bulkier. At least from what I could see. The man flattened the tail to the woman’s back and was eating her from behind, like she was a meal he had ordered.
“Sir, I have a drink for you and your pet.” I looked up from the ground and saw the bartender now standing on the other side of the table. The thud of a mug hitting a table could be heard above me. The same man crouched down and placed one of those silver bowls in front of me.
“Well, go on.” Everett leaned around the table, taking notice of my lack of movement toward the bowl.
I slid over to the bowl. Crouching down, I lapped half-heartedly at the water still sloshing inside the dish. Everett’s hand fell onto my back, slipping down my spine in a hypnotic manner. It wasn’t long before I found myself drinking from the bowl in earnest. Anything to continue feeling the approval in his touch.
“Good girl, Indigo. You may climb up here and sit in my lap.”
Sitting in his lap was where I felt most connected to him. While he petted me, a swell of feelings overwhelmed me. I looked at the other people around me and wondered about their relationships. Were they just here for sexual gratification or were they in love?
Love and trust are two sides of the same coin. Every display of trust carries with it a seed of love. There in that room I felt the seeds being planted. I knew somewhere inside of me held the love that was being groomed for this man.
“Open your legs for me, precious.” Everett tapped my legs and my thighs fell open. I closed my eyes, focusing solely on the pleasure he would bring my body.
He rubbed my breasts, fluctuating from left to right as he pinched my nipples to stiff points. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and kissed the back of my neck. This close to him, I could take in his manly scent with every inhale of my lungs. Sex hung heavy in the air, but I was consumed by Everett, unaware of all of the things I’d witnessed upon entering. If anything, the soft sucking and heavy breathing heard nearby seemed to ratchet up my need.
“How’re you doing?” His question kissed my ear, his warm breath making the butterflies in my head take flight. My mind spun, shaken from the sensations overwhelming my body.
“Very well, sir.”
I ground my ass into Everett’s lap, seeking the needed friction of his length against the base of my tail. He popped my ass to still my movements. “Always eager.”
I couldn’t see the shake of his head, but I felt it in the tone of his words. My body was a fire needing to be hosed down, and Everett was pouring gasoline on the flames. My skin was hot and my core throbbed. I drew upon the obedience of the others, letting their calmness overcome me as Everett pawed and tweaked, rubbed and pinched me breathless.
Soft fingers slipped down my stomach. He was slow and I counted every breath as he slipped lower, waiting until he reached the spot that burned for him. His fingers were deep and sure as he pressed against my clit. He rubbed between my legs, tapping that spot that sent flutters through my body.
“Sir?” The question hung there between our panting breaths. If Everett continued strumming my body with those beautiful fingers of his, I would surely lose my mind. The woman one table over with a tongue shoved up her cunt moaned low with desire, but if I orgasmed I was sure the soundproof rooms wouldn’t be able to contain my scream.
“You’re so beautiful, Indigo. I know your eyes are closed, but you have the attention of everyone in the room. Do you know what they’re seeing?”
His reminder of the others seemed strategic, as if he knew that I’d begun to forget about my surroundings in the wake of him touching my body. The effect worked. Goosebumps erupted across my skin at the reminder. Too scared to open my eyes and find everyone staring, I kept them closed and shook my head, “Uh-uh.”
“If anyone were to walk in right now, the first thing they’d see is this juicy pussy and my soaked fingers slipping into your snug little body.
“Your skin blushes a beautiful red when you’re turned on, and right now you’re crimson. Your dusky nipples are deliciously hard. They probably want a taste. But you know what, Indigo? The days of sharing are over. I should probably put them out of their misery though, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes!”
“How selfless of you. Alright, Indigo, you may come whenever.”
As if he needed to work harder to bring me to orgasm, he doubled up his efforts. I forgot about everyone around me. My blood moved faster through my body, my pulse jumped in my neck, and I felt the darkness swirl up through my core and pulse at the periphery of my eyes.
His fingers slammed deeper into me and I erupted.
“Ahhhhhh! Oh, God. Ahhhh!”
Shockwaves rolled through me, sending sparks in the wake of my orgasm. It was the hardest I’d ever come, and I wondered if the audience had anything to do with it. Did that make me an exhibitionist? Was it the idea of others watching me that amplified my explosive orgasm?
Everett began rubbing my back and legs, quieting the synapses still firing through my body. Once relaxed, he turned me in his arms, huddling me close to his chest. I nuzzled the crook of his neck, and I felt him still beneath me.
“Is everything OK, sir?”
“Yes.” He seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts and then replied yes again, the second time sounding more assured. The warmth of his soothing palm resumed and we sat there, him sipping his then lukewarm coffee, and me just happy to be so close to him—with witnesses to prove that this wasn’t a dream. I really was cuddled up with Everett, still dripping from an orgasm he had wrung from me, in a sex club.
We returned to his room where he strapped me down to the bed and flogged me before he fucked me. The sting of every hit echoed with every brush of his body against mine. After we’d both come, he wrapped himself around me like he did every time after being intimate. He didn’t hold me as long, and I wondered if that had anything to do with how he tensed after play earlier? Or if it was because I didn’t fall asleep like usual. Maybe he felt better holding me when I wasn’t aware of it? When I couldn’t read into the implications of him touching me. Perhaps it was because of that moment earlier—when he stiffened. I wasn’t sure what had caused it, but he didn’t do it again, so I pushed t
he memory, the feeling away.
“I was actually going to grab something to eat before heading home. Do you want to come?”
“No, thank you. I have some contracts and things I need to look over.”
“Oh. OK.” I didn’t know what I was thinking asking him out. It’s not like I expected him to say yes, but there was still that hope that maybe, just maybe he would agree. That I wouldn’t have to pull teeth to get him to say yes to this too. I looked for my shoes, looking for a distraction from the ache forming in my chest. Everett had the power to affect me like no one else. Emotions seemed to hit me so much harder coming from him.
“I can walk you to the subway station though.”
“That’s nice of you. Thanks.”
We walked out to the main entrance, and Everett helped me into my coat. Gail watched behind her podium with unguarded interest. With a tilted head and pursed lips, she watched confused by the actions she was witnessing. Maybe Everett was a hard-ass everywhere and watching him display human decency was mind-blowing.
Those few blocks to 33rd Street seemed to drag out as I thought about things I wanted to ask him. There was so much about Everett I didn’t know. So much about him that I wanted to learn.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I started with something easy, hoping that would segue into conversation.
“I have a sister that I’m close with. I’m sure there are other brothers and sisters out there somewhere.” He looked up, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. “Our father left when we were young.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Mine died when I was younger, so it’s just been my mom and me for ages now. I don’t remember what it was like before he passed.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. Is your mom still back in northern California? That’s where you’re from, right?”
“Yeah. She’s still back in Stockton. How did you know that’s where I’m from? Did I tell you that?”