FETICHE in the club of forbidden pleasures

Sometimes we do things because of our impulses and that's not always good. I'll tell you now where my impulsiveness took me on a Saturday morning. A friend of mine who attended BDSM clubs had given me that invitation, and at the time I declined because it does not make my gender some aspects of such a sexual fetish. As the taxi drove me to my destination that early Saturday morning, I took the invitation in my hands and read it again. Printed words: "Forbidden Pleasures Club... here you can satisfy all sexual fantasies and fetishes with safety and care, do and know everything you've ever imagined. There's a first time for everything, isn't that what you are used to hearing? The Forbidden Pleasures Club was a long way from the city, almost in another place and time. The huge mansion was made of grey stone, with a fountain in front located deep beneath an expanse of trees. The taxi driver looked at me with concern, but I managed not to notice when we arrived in the building that resembled a medieval castle. Alone after the taxi had left, I sighed deeply and looked at the full moon behind the mansion. Lights lit up in several windows and I shivered beneath my basic black dress. I stood up and headed for the front door with an invitation in my hand. The hostess of the club, a young brunette woman dressed in red with a necklace that looked more like a collar, directed me to a saloon. Before he said goodbye to me , - Pay attention to the rules: - Leave this place at first light alone. If you decide to return, and I hope that you do, come in the evening by yourself. There will be no playing with drunken people unless it is in the comfort and privacy of your quarters and with willing participants. If anyone misbehaves or causes any inconvenience immediately inform one of the security guards of the club. Do not move away from the places I show you on the way unless escorted by a chaperone. And please have fun. Be yourself as you want to be, not how society has forced it on you. It's time for the tour, so you can get to know this place and maybe find some company while doing it. But I wouldn't turn around, the woman in red left it at the entrance of the hall and realized that she was going towards a man. You couldn't see him, the room was dimly lit. All I could see was a tall figure. - I found the one you wanted. - As long as we're here, no one will go near her until I get there? I put the red ribbon on her wrist, and you know what that means. He looked at the enigmatic face and asked: - Is that what you really want? - That blond friend of yours with the freckles and green eyes unknowingly let me see a picture of you two when she showed it to you. You've put aside your needs, and I know how much you like that. - My needs are few, but they're there anyway I have been too busy for company lately maybe tonight if she is as interesting as i imagined my needs will be met - I hope so. I'll go after her then, before some drunk breaks the rules. I hope it's more than you expected, and you expect a lot. - Thank you, Lilith. Lilith smiled and if I had heard this strange conversation, seen the smile on her face... I would have run screaming out of the club never to return. - You have a good night, Saint-Laurent. - I trust it is. I was restless, sipping a glass of peach champagne. I felt my eyes fill with tears, frustrated by the way things were going which made me wait a long time for something that might not happen. Feeling that I was about to cry, I turned and walked back the way I had come. Beloved, where are you going in such a hurry? I felt cold and heat all over my body at the same time, but before turning to that beautiful voice in disguise... I turned to the voice, and seeing that stranger's face in possession of it was the hardest part. He was very tall, he must have been more than two meters in length. Strong and muscular, I felt like a dwarf next to him with my 1.65 m. The shoulders were wide, the black T-shirt adhered to his body, black leather pants delineated his thighs perfectly. The chest was wide, the hips narrow. I shivered. "Are you all right, Ama?" she asked gently. Maybe it's a little hot in here? I took a deep breath and looked at him with my cheeks on fire. How long had it been since I started fooling around with my eyes? He led me into an empty room and up to a couch, stood comfortably just behind me as we sat down in such a way that his body seemed to embrace me while he slowly moved his hand back and forth over my arm as if trying to calm me. It didn't calm me down, on the contrary. "May I know your name, Ama?" he said in a soft and persuasive tone. - I answered. I've never been called Mama, much less by a man and it was weird. What made her look for the exit so early on a pleasant night like this? - Don't call me that. "Your name is Ayeska, isn't it?" she asked with a small smile and raised an eyebrow. - Don't call me mother. "Do you prefer Master?" she replied with an open smile. - Funny...I don't like it and I won't even want you to call me that, so please do not use it. - Can I call you Ayeska, then? - Yes, you can. I answered by moving away from him a little and crossing my arms underneath my breasts. Her eyes flashed in a strange, dangerous way and all the fun disappeared as if it had never happened. He approached me and I felt his breath on my neck. I don't know what your fantasies are yet, but I would like to. The silky, low voice stroked me like a physical caress; it ran across my spine as if it were a finger and touched my breasts as though they were lips. And a warm dampness soaked my panties between the legs. I walked away from the seduction in that man. I made a mistake coming here and started getting up. The tips of two fingers firmly touched the inside of my wrists, sensing their accelerated pulse. "You made no mistake", he said firmly. It's not the kind of place I go to. - I know why you're here, and I know that you will return. "You don't know me, I am going and will not return". - Do not go, Ayeska. Finally, he used my name as I wanted and it sounded blatantly perverse on his lips. I looked straight into his eyes and shivered. How could it be? They were of an unreal colour, never seen before; they were green and silver and blue at the same time. Hypnotic. I had never seen eyes like his... on anyone else". The only thing that matters is you and I are here, together. - The hostess here already showed me around. And suddenly I felt the softness of his mouth on my neck before I saw him move. His mouth was so firm and smooth. Every word whispered was a kiss on my skin. - I can show you more than she's shown you. My heart was racing, and then I felt a caress from the tip of my finger against the top of one of my breasts. I resolved to accept my desires and abandon the last foothold of resistance. And that's how I met the Saint-Laurent. He then led me down the huge staircase. The long corridors upstairs were lit by candles. Candles and more candles, perfumed that way. I felt a shiver of excitement and looked at the strong hand that held mine, leading me to a massive wooden doorway down the hall. He opened the door and closed it gently behind me. The room was beautiful. Nothing sinister or intimidating, as I had imagined it would be; the soft shades of green gave a quietness to the room and fragrances of vanilla and perhaps some apple or pineapple stirred my senses. The perfume enveloped me seductively, the hand of Saint-Laurent on my back reassured me. A sofa, all covered with silk in an emerald tone was located before a wall. He led me to the couch gently, but firmly sat there with me. Enjoy life, live great romances there in your city!!! There was a double-sided mirror, and there was this light somewhere behind the wall in front of us that made it transparent. "Do they know that we can see them?" I asked in amazement. He laughed, shaking every bone in my body. Why do you think they chose that room? It's an exhibitionist fetish, people watching them. - Can they see us? You want them to see us? No, I'd rather you didn't. He gave another amusing smile. <unk> I should feel like a clown, he was just having fun at my expense! For one second it made me want to slap him and end that smile". - My question is do you know your own fantasies, Ama? - I told you, I don't like to be called that. You think I'm interested in you because you got an invitation to come here and enjoy what the club has to offer, right? He was very observant. - And I'm telling you that you are wrong about me. - I don't want to talk about it. -I'm sorry, Ayeska. I shouldn't have said that to you... but I can clearly see that out of all our clients,... ..you desperately need the fetish.... "Are you kidding me?" I asked angrily, wanting to leave and never see him again. No, don't ever think that I will always be honest with you. The fingers of his hands lifted my chin so that I could look at him. "You are beautiful, Ayeska", he said firmly. Without waiting he lowered his head and a bluish-black hair, caressed the curve of my neck with soft fresh lips. Scrapes ran through my body, wherever he touched me. His thumb went all over my lower lip, causing me to swell and tingle, numbed by blood and excitement. He moved his hand and tangled with the hair on my neck, pulling me closer together. - I'm here with you right now because I chose to be, and if we make love and admit that even though I have a desire to do it with you then it will be because both of us want to. I moved my hand along with his, his lips still tickling the pulse of my neck. I choked and tried to get away. But he held me firmly, and every word whispered against my neck seemed like an invisible magic finger caressing my breasts and belly. This is my honesty and truth, I want you. He nibbled the pulse of my neck with his teeth and made me groan. <unk> Sweet as you are sweet..inexperienced in fetishes... I desire you. He let me remove my hand, but I did not immediately move away from the erection and warmth in it. He was weird and a little scary, but also tremendously exciting. He gave me another kiss on the neck and then he walked away. - Tonight's lesson will be this: look and observe. It may give you pleasure. Look at them. <unk> with a gesture showed me the people behind the mirror. We're all the same, so now watch me and learn. I looked towards the scene unfolding behind the mirror. There were five people in the room: three women and two men, all different sizes and shapes. The women were voluptuous and exuberant; one was black, another brunette and a blonde. The men were like day and night, dark with chocolate-colored skin and defined muscles and the other blond and ivory complexion. The five people were completely naked and showed no shame or discomfort in knowing that they could be seen. The rounded breasts of the brunette woman formed a pillow for the light-skinned man's head. She stood with her legs apart behind and under him on a large four-column bed, his body inside hers; long fingers played in her hair as she watched the movements of the black woman next to them. The black woman gestured with her thick, full lips and stooped down beside the other two, raising large nipple breasts while leaning seductively toward the brown man offering herself. The blonde woman, stuffed up in the right places, was with her brunette's hard and tense member in her mouth. Her penis appeared and disappeared inside of her mouth over and over again and it was clear that the blond woman sucked him down to his throat. She smiled at the brown man every time the mushroom-like head of her penis slipped from its shiny lips. I felt my sex get wetter and wetter. Suddenly my eyes opened wide, the brown man lying in bed suddenly took his woman's breast out of her mouth. The light-skinned man let go of the brunette and walked towards the black man. He sat down on the chest of the dark man and slid all his stick into the white man's mouth. The brunette man on the bed sucked the blond's member and squeezed his hands into its buttocks, bringing it closer to her mouth. The black woman wrapped her arms around the blond man's waist in front of her, while he rode over the brunette; together they rippled about his sleeping lover. Keep going. Hella, my dear Amiga, didn't have time to finish it. You know it's not my beach. I like a few strong footprints, but not entirely BDSM. It's a story I dedicate to you for being like Alicinhabh, a great friend. You two have been a constant in my life, even when sometimes we don't speak for days. Cuddly BJs from your redheaded friend! Ayesk@ Copyright reserved.Reproduction in whole or in part and transfer to third parties is prohibited, except with the author's formal permission.Act 5988 of 1973#